Mudminnow River orinoco flow

At Druid's acceptance, Nyra beamed brightly.
Walking upstream, the Grandmaster noted the youth's interest in the reeds, and as she snatched at some of them, Nyra was hesitant.
"I'm no expert in medicine, but I believe these are...cattails?" She guessed. 
"They do kind of look like the end of a mountain cat's tail to me. But i wouldn't ingest any part of it until you know for sure." The grandmaster advised, taking a few of them in her teeth and breaking them off, setting them before her youthful friend so Druid could grab them. 

"Anyhow, let's get you home." Nyra smiled warmly, though inside she burned at the thought of what might happen.