Wild Berry Meadow I will never disappear

ooc: I am sorry for the wait!

"Here's the trick, kid, you can't try mine, you have to find yours," Hedda explained, retreating few steps with the remnants of the root in her mouth. She then bit it in half and put it down, whiteish-yellow inside of the root exposed. And with it a bitter smell rouse in the air. 

"It has many names, but from, where I origin from, it is called Jötunn's claw. Because of the shape," she explained. "Have a sniff, take the scent and find yours," she told the girl.