Hoshor Plains sweet grass

“Heph, it is good to see you!” Seal welcomed Moontide’s beta with a terrific smile. Ever since their journey to Muat-Riya, a hearty respect and admiration for the coastal woman had grown in Seal’s heart. Heph was an excellent diplomat and leader; calm, collected, and assured. Seal could only dream of being like her someday!

“What an amazin’ gathering, this is,” she commended the gunmetal woman, knowing that it was Heph who had organized the event. “Moontide’s name will be talked about for many years tae come.”

She pushed the turtle shell towards her. “Dinnae fash, it isnae like the cactus wine at the coronation,” Seal laughed. “Tis an herbal brew of chamomile an’ lambs ear – a wee, fuzzy silver-green plant.”