Wapun Meadow flexing like a goddamn acrobat

Gunnar listened and he briefly thought of Nerian, who he hadn't thought of for many many years. Whom he had hated as much as he loved, because she had ruined everything with Ragnar. Because the two of them couldn't leave each other alone. Because they both loved his mother, but loved no were obsessed with each other and it had slowly ate away at Thistle. But Nerian had known much of plants, as much if not more as his mother.

Erring on the side of caution he spoke softly. My mother and father had a friend like that. Who knew as much as mother if not more of plants. They had a garden together.

He chuckled and began to lead the way. No girl should ever go through life without being told they were pretty at least once. And then they also should be complimented on all the other things that were simply wonderful about them, because life was cruel as it were anyway. So why not add a little joy.

He nodded. Chamomile, and there's berry bushes along the edges. You may find some mint or lavender as well.