Fairspell Meadow Don't tell me I'm too hard to please

Having exhausted her search for viable flower heads to pluck, or seeds that might be useful if planted, the only option was to move on. She had lost most of the various seeds she had plucked after her blunder and was flustered by the failure, as well as disheartened. If she was going to succeed in her self-imposed quest to diversify Akashingo's honey supply, she had to try harder.

The call of the raven sounded again. The girl had forgotten the birds. She had stopped thinking about the flash of gold she had seen after losing the seed pile. Her mind was too busy; and soon Nazli's path followed the distant sound of the raven's wings without awareness. She wandered through the woods with her attention upon the piled leaves, and only looked up when her route was impeded by a stump, or an incline. On at least two occasions she was distracted by the sound of wind rushing through the boughs of the trees.

Unbeknownst to Nazli, she was upon the trail of the golden witch - plucking things as she went, however blind to everything else.