Moonspear try the ointment

He presented his disclaimer – Disa nodded, holding the gate firmly closed on her impatience. He was doing her a favor. "You and yours are safe from my scheming," she assured him with a little grin. The air around them was thick b with the scent of rabbit. Disa's mouth filled with saliva.

Lily of the Valley. Azalea. Disa had not been raised to know more than the bare minimum about plants. She could identify nettles, kbew not to trust a berry, and had correctly deduced that cacti were not an easy snack.

"Noted." Disa came to a halt, watching the activity in the field ahead of them. Their arrival had set off an alarm. "What about.. making someone see things that aren't there."