Fairspell Meadow Spurs

Sounds like plan then. :)

Amalia had been taught to be sharp of measure and wit. Her grandfather had been a rogue of a male. Story telling and roving, but he had settled down, they always settled down their family.  Ears perked forward as she listened, anxious to hear the gentle burr of his voice, that reminded her of home and safety.

"Tumbleweed? Is that a healing plant? It's not one I recognize." She wrinkled her nose in thought. She didn't recognize that herb, or weed as it were. Granted she wasn't as adept at healing as her grandfather, and her great aunt, but she knew enough she supposed.

She shook her head, ears falling flat, slightly dejected. "I'm afraid i don't know many, haven't met more than loners like you and I. I've smelled a fair few, but have yet to meet those. Seems populated here though. All sorts of differing scents."