Silvertip Mountain My heart knows things my mind resists

Maybe you could use this thread as one of the requirements to become a naturalist?
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No, this was definitely not what she expected. Spectra was thinking that those who knew of nature and how to heal those who were sick. The doctors among men, although maybe the sheep among the wolves. Today Fitz showed her what the difference was between one and the other and all she could do was nod. When he pointed at the purple flower, immediately her golden eyes embraced the sight of it. A thousand and one questions popped up inside her mind, but the most important one was the one that shattered the silence.

"How do you apply it?" And while Fitz safely secured idea that the mountain wasn't about to breathe its snowy pillow on top of her head, somehow it didn't matter anymore. She learned today that a superhero wasn't someone with extraordinary powers, superhero could be a naturalist who could mend the ill or a healer who could heal the sick. That was the kind of knowledge that really mattered.