Nightshade

Nightshade patted her satchel, not use to it being empty. The flowers in front of her were in the process of blooming and she had to wait very quietly. They were a special plant and she needed several fully bloomed flowers to complete her current potion. She had to be careful though since when they hear even the quietest of noises, they would close up and become useless.
By her side, the annoying fox rat that followed her everywhere reached a paw up to try and play with her necklace. She growled lowly at the little Imp, displaying her venomous fangs in a clear threat. This didn’t bother the creature though and it continued to reach for the pearl in the center, its movements becoming quicker as time continued.
Nightshade flapped her wings, using the wind to startle the curious creature back. The fox rat scuttled back, her fluffy tail whipping about so she could keep her balance on the thin branch. The creature folded her ears back, its paws still reaching for the necklace.
Of all the annoying creatures that Bast chose to burden me with, Nightshade grumbled internally.
Out of habit she reached a tiny paw up to clutch her necklace. The pearl felt smooth under her paw and she was distinctly reminded of the playful pearlcatcher who gave it to her. Castor had trusted her with it, not at all upset when the tiny pearl refused to grow like a normal pearl. No matter how much Castor added to it, it stayed the same small size. It was then the young male got it in his head that they were destined and his pearl was the perfect size to adnor his love.
He trusted her with the essence of his life. Her frills fell back as she was reminded of his young age. She had been there when he had hatched and most of the clan frowned upon such a wide age gap. So Nightshade kept her distance. She had a friendly relationship with Castor and after a lot of pleading, she agreed to keep the necklace but they were nothing more despite him trying to charm his way closer.
Finally, the buds of the flowers were in full bloom. Nightshade’s frills shot up in excitement and she reached forward, grabbing several and storing them in her satchel. If mixed right, these flowers would either decorate the scale of a dragon or paralyze them. She would have to remember to mark her vials better this time.
She was just reaching out for another bloom when the little Imp decided to make her attack. There was a loud squeal and a dark ball of fur launched itself forward. Nightshade immediately leaped into the sky, letting her larger wings carry her up and out of the Imp’s reach. The fox rat chattered angrily below her, reaching a paw up continuously in a begging motion. She turned her bright yellow eyes to the flowers, only to see them closed up. She would have to wait another month before more bloomed.
“I hate you,” Nightshade grumbled the excited familiar below her.