Greatwater Lake the undertaker's thirst for revenge is unquenchable

Thankfully the woman upon the ground did not get angry with her; but then again, no one ever did. So Kitsch stayed silent, listening and nodding her head as she was instructed on the different characteristics of three different plants, all meant to deal with pain. Pursing her lips, the young woman did her best to store the small bits of information in her brain, for it seemed the responsibility locating such items had fallen upon her pale shoulders. Kitsch had no real desire to go retrieve all these things [especially not the plant which west claimed was difficult to harvest], but Kitsch had offered her help so she guessed she had to do it now. Fine. Whatever.

Most of the plants were unfamiliar to Kitsch, all except one: poppy, though the drug was familiar to her by name only. Sometimes her mother would ingest some when the pressures of ruling became too much for her. The substance had always been kept far from Kitsch, though, so she knew nothing about it except how the word sounded when spoken by her mother's tongue. The fact that Kitsch recognized even a fraction of the plants bloated her ego and Kitsch was suddenly certain she would not fail in the task. With a silent yet distinctive nod, Kitsch began to saunter away from West, towards a thicket of trees — but then a question bubbled up, giving the girl pause. Kitsch threw her sculpted maw over she shoulder, shouting back to the woman in the snow.

“Where do they all grow? Any specific places I should look?”