Mother and Son
"I think we need that," Siuxa replied in hesitation, checking her satchel. "Yes, we need that, thank you."
"Are you leaving soon?" The woman who looked to be in her forties was carrying a basket containing a lot of vegetation such as flowers and other ingredients.
"I... I don't know," the beautiful black-haired woman who now let her hair down turned to Renxian who was somehow lost in thought. "We... don't think we're in the rush."
"Good, then I won't surge to ask you to come to my tent then," she let out a slight smile and chuckle. "I have to make some concoction."
"Ma'am," Siuxa rose from her seat, offering herself, "can I see or do some assistance with your concoctions?"
Those cerulean eyes opened wide, her wrinkled face beamed in an instant. "An eager one are you? Interested in alchemy?"
"Yes, I want to know more about that," Siuxa then turned to Renxian who was still silent, sitting on the tree trunk. "Do you want to come too?"