Redsand Canyon i will always think about you,

horsetail. qiao would add it to the budding book that was her stored knowledge. if nothing physical could be traded in the spring, at least the knowledge of certain plants and their properties could. that, perhaps, was more powerful than any fistful of leaves.

i will keep an eye out for them. qiao noted, although she was inclined to trust aquene's preference on the matter.

dusting her paws, the herbalist stood up. the stores were a far cry from finished, but her work here was nearing a conclusion; her stomach growled and a fatigue had set into her bones. well, i am done for the night. i can come back tomorrow, if you would like.