Herbalists' Cache fifteen cans of spray paint in a chemical swirl

He was looking for plants for his ward — a noble effort that this ecologist could wholly appreciate. The man had certainly come to the right place, which led her to wonder if he already knew a thing or two about herbal remedies. Perhaps they could share their knowledge, and both of them might be better for it. 

Though she had only the faintest of recognition for this particular man, which Olive had immediately written off as a part of her energetic connection with all the world’s living things, she played into his outwardly expression of recognition. It was entirely possible that they knew each other on some level, Elysium did host a lot of parties.

“I had the same feeling!” she exclaimed, rising to her feet. “I am Olive of the sanctuary Elysium, and you are?”