Firefly Glen [PHE] uĝayaasix̂

dat one is rosehip, sobeille navigated with a warmth that would not have been spared if the girl was male. it did not matter that she did not know. she was young, and in the tribe of many good healers. as she aged, she would learn it all. 

dat one looks like mebbe poppy. you can tell by de stems, dey brittle up fast. sobeille pointed to a mound of stringy, acrid smelling moss. an’ dat be mountain moss. good for packin’ wounds an’ also good for keeping de ‘erbs fresh. she peered down at the small pile that nantahala had assembled only moments before. i be sobeille. who is your maman?