Seaside Moors Is someone else in me?

"Moss..?" She understood spiderwebs were quite a delicate feature to use, it was also hard to gather. It was how her mother herded the spiders to gain the many supplies for wounds, but she didn't think moss was an option either. Though knowing her mother as well, she properly thought of it at some point, but preferred the whimiscle ways of the spiders, which was a large reason she was a 'witch,' rather then just a 'packmate' of the nordic sea-group.

Grímnismál knew she would have to gather some then, finding use in that.

Then the reaper followed the woman to the unknown herb, and she was rather excited to what it could be. As the land was so unfamiliar, she was curious on what grew around. Though then Erzulie asked a question, and she only could shake her head, "no, by the time spring came, my home was destroyed." it was something she imagined to learn by her mothers teachings, but now the time will not come.