Herbalists' Cache heilende

Golden blonde ears perked to attention at the sound of her name and the pale faced little girl turned her eyes (turning more and more like her father's each day) into Mahler's direction. Scretching, she quietly pried herself from her sister's side and to her father's instead, her torso arching like a cat might to rub along her large from legs in happy greeting. 

From aspens to pine, Elke would ask her father about them and what their names were so she could put name to the different ones. She asked once if she would ever see 'deer's, the animal which held branches on its head. 

When they came to the fairly open little forestry, Elke then watched as Mahler began plucking at flowers, digging, searching. She joined him, sniffing the lemon, then peppermint. Smells good. She says, intrigued by the pleasant scents. She had grown quite an interest in trees, plants, herbs... Why take them? She wonders.