Wild Berry Meadow We can fly or we could take this slow

He smirked. It was almost impossible you know. he teased. Bridget moved easily for someone missing a limb. He would have liked her in his retinue of soldiers. She would have taught them a thing or two. He had known a few that lost a limb and simply gave up.

Well Met Bridget

He followed behind her, paying rapt attention to the plants she gathered. Purple and yellow things. They were certainly pretty. He filed away what she said of them. Cornflower, use sparingly.

The yellow one, he recognized the name, but not what it could do. Though he was surprised at her words about relaxation. Does it befuddle your mind like Poppy? Would it help a soldier who remembers battles more than he should?

Bouquets are worth brownie points. I'll take it.