Heron Lake Plateau if you told me you were drowning, i would not lend a hand

While Ceara had been relatively useless at gathering and identifying the herbs, her garden had really taken off.  The yarrow was coming in beautifully, and it seemed as if spiders had taken up residence in the bushes nearby.  It had been difficult convincing them to move in (ew ew ew ew, ew, moving spiders) but hey!  It worked.

She bent over the growing plants to look them over, unperturbed by the sun.  It seemed like the plants liked it, and with the light drizzles of rain they'd been getting, they did not need to be watered.