The Floodlands Jackpot

She is describing American Speedwell, but originally I had it in my head as a poisonous sedge grass thing, so it kinda became a blend of both + I also made up the poisonous root on the spot! Whoops. Hope thats ok.

When he admitted his desire Mag's face twisted with an oh! Then a knowing glint entered her eye. My my, got somethin' nefarious in mind do we? Righto, lessees. . .

Herself a wandering wench of the so named Tidefallen, this was not Mag's first foray in to the realm of unmentionables. The women were known to brew concoctions to strip a girl of her phase, as they called it. Such medicine could be turned upon menfolk for much worse affectation.

The woman rummaged through the grass, paced along the muddy mire, and came to a puddle that was deeper than it was wide; there were stalks of something tall and white-dappled there, as well as various sedges, but these she passed on by.

Yew want seeds then, aye? Ya know the different values of the seed, the stalk, the root? As she hunted in this way for things to show off, Mag delved in to what the boy might know, both about the mire plants and his broader interests.

This 'ere, they look like barbs, see. Nettles. It's another grass what can be chewed for health reasons - but too much is a danger, she shot him a look. The roots be worse!