It is in the forest that Merlin walks, his eyes keen and two small sacks at his side bulging. Glancing aside as he steps from the undergrowth, he spots Cassandra, and is about to greet her when something catches his eye.
Then with a cry, he grins, and kneels, there in the dirt, not caring how it affects his clothing, as he digs into a depression in the rocks, hand coming up with a handful of white crystalline powder, eyes aglow with mirth.
"There you are, you little sneaky thing. Hiding under the mudkip and the rocks, both. No wonder they did not find you." Carefully sifted by hand, a mere handful is placed into a smaller pouch, and put into one of the sacks, and then he rises and turns, raising a hand.
"Greetings, milady. Forgive my tardiness. Finding the elements of making things is something of my nature."
Into the woods
Then with a cry, he grins, and kneels, there in the dirt, not caring how it affects his clothing, as he digs into a depression in the rocks, hand coming up with a handful of white crystalline powder, eyes aglow with mirth.
"There you are, you little sneaky thing. Hiding under the mudkip and the rocks, both. No wonder they did not find you." Carefully sifted by hand, a mere handful is placed into a smaller pouch, and put into one of the sacks, and then he rises and turns, raising a hand.
"Greetings, milady. Forgive my tardiness. Finding the elements of making things is something of my nature."