Whitefish River such fleeting beauty

The healer came upon the little girl as she was making her way back to her own children. She was hunched over some wilted lavender, her despair apparent to the Chamberlain. Speedy slowed to a stop and altered her direction, trotting over to the sad pup. She wondered what could be wrong and wanted more than anything to help make her feel better about whatever was bothering her. 

Speedy took a seat next to the girl. Sweetie, what's wrong? She looked down at the lavender, its muted scent wafting up as she inhaled—she loved the smell of lavender, but she could not enjoy it right now, not while the young pup seemed so sad.