Moonspear The Pale Skier

Feel free to PP her coming back with the herbs!

What a strange twist of fate, that Lyra would be the one asking for help from Korei. In her mind, her sister was just a useless hanger-on. Just someone who was there and only kept around because she was lucky enough to born alongside she and her sisters and shared Ostrega blood. They had to love her because they were expected to. So the information was unexpected, but nonetheless helpful.

Green. Pointed edges. Lyra nodded, frowning slightly as she tried to remember if she had noticed any such plants within Moonspear's borders. The fact that they didn't taste nice kind of ruined the entire point of her finding the herbs — why on earth were they called raspberry plants, then? — but she was always looking to add to her stockpile.

Korei's request took her by surprise, and Lyra's clinical gaze softened as she looked back to her sister. "I won't," she said after a moment with an encouraging smile. She then turned, taking a second to determine which direction to go, before setting off at a swift trot.