Herbalists' Cache suffer well the aftermath

The woman directed her attention to another plant, this time not moving from it, and Seregryn lifted her head slightly; she craned her neck, and then spasmed. A sneeze caught in her snout, and briefly she looked rather foolish. Her ears folded back briefly, then splayed out on either side of her head as she re-adjusted. The woman kept talking through it, and so Sere believed she had been too distracted to notice. Goosegrass. A strange name. Perhaps it tasted like bird meat? With this thought, Seregryn boldly stepped close and bowed down - snapping at the tiny white flowers that had begun to open upon the grass stems. When she pulled back again, licking her lips, there were strands of the tasteless grass hanging from her maw. No, they didn't taste like goose - or like anything at all.