Whitewater Gorge How lovely the silence of growing things.

"I'll admit, I've dedicated myself to the ones used for healing but these are quite fascinating," Liri murmured as she examined the one Elixir had named a cardinal flower. It lacked blooms, given its youth, but even the delicate pale green stems spoke of a fragile beauty to the healer. 

"Indeed,"  she agreed, gaze returning to the cattails. "But it doesn't have flowers, these...pods," she struggled to find a word for a moment, "are somewhat like flowers in that they contain all that is necessary for the flower to begin its next generation, yes?" Her pale tail wagged enthusiastically, certain she was beginning to understand despite never having seen the plants.