Shimmering Sands So, teach and tell me,

"It is a keepsake of memories." It had been some time since she watched her mothers demise, but still felt unwilling to part with the bond; a holly plant. It wasn't the only plant, as Grímnismál would always bring her a various of herbs. Perhaps practice, and she grew knowledge on them, but still felt she had to learn more. It would be hard now that the island was destroyed.

Though she regarded the holly as simple beauty, but dangerous. She probably shouldn't keep it much longer- especially since it'll wilt eventually.

"Do you live here?" Rain trickled down slightly, and her ruby-eyes looked up to the storm clouds.