Firestone Hot Springs Listen to the Sky Dance with the River

"It depends on the mood," Osprey returned playfully. She ran by either name and would sometimes call herself Yerpso, if she suggested that the other person was too serious. The girl loved a little fun at the expense of other's confusion. "But Osprey is what they call me most of the time."

Then the kind lady talked about the herbs and plants and Osprey's eyes grew wide in amazement. "A healer? That is awesome," she had never been the one to know plants well, but had always admired the ability of those, who possessed that gift. It seemed the closest thing to magic to her. "Exploring. There wasn't such a place, where I came from," she explained.

"What plants are you looking for?" she was a bit curious, since there wasn't much of anything during the winter.