Aderyn glanced over at the chair near the lemon tree, still waiting for it's owner to come back. It had seemingly been waiting for over twenty years, and the very thought made Aderyn's heart ache.
Instead of focusing on it though, Aderyn went to behold the herbs, leaning down so she could examine them up close. "I love the smell of sage," she said, rubbing a tiny bit between her fingers. "It's so homey. Like a roasting chicken. Though I guess you don't eat chicken, do you?"