Child of the west wind

Jace sometimes had to take a step back and look at him and his sister. They were as different as night and day, both in coat color and personality. It was so interesting to him, he sometimes envied that of his sister, her exuberance. He always felt guilty afterwards though, and he would never ever voice it. Because it was her exuberance that he loved, and that drew all those around her to her.

Jace frowned Feverfew? Camfry? I can't remember i'm sorry. He felt pretty dumb at the moment that he couldn't remember something. In his defense he hadn't really paid attention, his attention lying more in the physical aspect of the world. But one would think as a lover of knowledge he would have tucked that away for a later time. He nodded Mmm blackberries.

Good I think even Ame is trying for the healing trade. But i'm not sure, she put yarrow on my wounds before.