Sunset Valley Wait for them to ask you who you know

she seemed to know some of herbs, yet claimed no vast knowledge. he watched her a moment, hesitating before speaking. the last time he had wandered from the Grotto to speak to a stranger he had lost his birth family for months, yet made a new one. but he was older now, and less inclined to wander off, so with little added thought he continued. "Mhm." he agreed to her first question. "That's what I'm doing now. Then, when they're all dry I'll wrap them and save them for the winter so they can be used. Because, in the winter all the herbs die and you can't use then." 

thought he had never seen winter himself, and neither snow; or at least not anything impressive, he knew from learning what winter did to herbs. in the spring; a time he knew he must have been alive in yet could not recall, was when the snows receeded and the plants grew back. he harbored a great excitment to see all the seasons in full, knowing as each passed was but a marker in his life.