Chimera Fields to be hid

Kindle did not, in truth, know what feverfew looked like — but it was described to him quickly enough, so he gave a businesslike nod. The whole act of gathering plants and making them into potions was a bit strange and a bit silly to him, but so mysterious that he could not write it off entirely. He'd always been fascinated by the physician and apothecaries that had visited them in Round Valley. Even his mother had taken well to one or two — and Kindle was rather certain that one of them had been responsible for the two younger brothers he'd left back at home.

So he began looking around, lifting his nose as if he might find it by scent, despite not knowing what it smelled like.

"What is it used for?" he asked, wandering a ways off to examine a flowering patch of green. It did not smell very strongly; not like the plants that other healers had toted around.