Blackfeather Woods Helping Hands

Venus listened carefully to where herbs would grow. She would get a hang of it once winter passed and she could go out and see for herself. She would learn with the guidance of others, but she would help herself to. She looked forward to her training, and the help of Cicero. She ran her eyes over the dried herbs. "How do you properly dry them?" She asked, her eyes still fixed on the herbs. They were so carefully taken care of. They were obviously not thrown around, stepped on, mistreated in any way. It really amazed her, and she focused back on Cicero.