Sunbeam Lair Wind

Her companion's words did little to quell the anxiety gripping her mind. Whether the scent was old or not, it was a reminder that danger had been here. She gave herself a small shake, trying to dispel the nervous energy coursing through her. Dwelling on his discovery wouldn’t help, and she had a sinking feeling she wouldn’t like what she found if she looked deeper.

Yes, all plant life has its purpose, she said softly. Whether it benefits us or not is another matter. What can't be used for healing can often be used for harm. Take mountain laurel, for instance, it’s a breathtaking plant, but every part of it is highly toxic. Then there's dog-violet. When properly prepared into a poultice, it can ease inflammation and skin irritation. It’s fascinating to me how nature holds both poison and remedy.

She turned her attention back to the greenery, her gaze falling on the small patch of dog-violet she had identified earlier. Nudging it gently with her nose, she added, Here, this is the one. Look closely, it’s easier to recognize once you’ve seen it up close.