Dawn Treader Valley i could be very happy with this

She crouched into the grass. Nearly pressed against the earth so that she might look at every little thing up close. Some things she even lingered her nose over to sniff it.

None of these were what she had come here for, but she gathered up the small colorful things she could find. small, pale flowers that grew in a tangle low upon the ground — chickweed, not that she knew the name.

Yet as she had worked her way along the earth, low and slow, they moved forward. Up ahead there was a more colorful patch of flowers that seemed to creep up among the taller grasses. purple flowers that seemed to be long and narrow like a muzzle.

I want those. She decided suddenly and set out at once to begin gathering them, uncertain what exactly they were. Purple and flowering, surely they must be useful somehow.