Neverwinter Forest Gathering what's given

Íruna’s ears swiveled at the faint crunch of leaves, her lavender eyes darting toward the sound as the figure stepped from the shadows. Recognition softened her gaze slightly, though her wariness didn’t entirely fade.

“Y’var’la,” Íruna greeted, tail swishing to life behind her. She hadn't yet gotten to make her acquaintance, but Íruna had busied herself with learning who everyone was. Or, at least the people who interested her.

“I’m searching for healing roots,” She exhaled a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, the faint twitch of her ears betraying her nerves. “Winter is upon us, and the stores must be filled before the frost takes what’s left.”

She took a few bracing steps onwards, frame swiveling as she glimpsed around at the undergrowth. A bit of a nervous wreck, now; she had been searching for a good part of her morning, and had yet to come across anything useful.

Perhaps she could bait Y'var'la into offering her help. She tilted her head in curiosity. “Yarrow roots,” she spoke again suddenly, her tail giving a soft flick. “They’re pale, with a slight taper, and grow best in loose soil near the edges of clearings. Their scent is faintly earthy, almost sweet when fresh. Good for slowing bleeding.”

Then, her eyes darted along the leafy brush. “There’s also comfrey. Its roots are dark, almost black, and thick with a rough texture. Chewed into a poultice, it can ease pain and help broken bones mend faster.”