Moonsong Glacier bustling crowds or silent sleepers

So far, she hadn't found what she was looking for, but she wasn't going to give up. She knew the plants would be around here somewhere—if her knowledge of the plant served her right. Picking up its scent proved to be trickier than she had originally thought with her stuffy nose, which was frustrating. Still, she tried. 

A voice pulled her from her work, and she looked up to see a large, handsome man with a beautifully unique coat and deep, orange eyes. She offered a friendly smile. Hello, she said softly, her voice a little rough from sickness. I'm Aminthe. I'm afraid I'm a little under the weather today. Hopefully, you're doing better?