Firefly Glen xix. still with eyes meeting

AW, botanist #7 (plant identification: borage vs. mint)

When Lótë had first returned to the Terrace, she had been happy to see that the land had been recuperating -- albeit slowly. But it was clear from the moment she arrived upon the Glen's threshold that the sister village of Kukutux's and Sialuk's fallen home had been damaged more extensively. There were sections of the forest that had been blown to bits by the strange storm, places that were now treacherous or unnavigable. 

In the far northwestern boundaries of the narrow forest was the point where things seemed closest to normal -- or what the ecologist assumed was normal for this particular area since she'd never seen it before the comet fell. A few fireflies danced -- green, winking stars against the black backdrop of the shaded Glen. Lótë slowed to a drawling pace as she explored here, feeling her heart well with empathy for the village who had claimed it as their home.

The mousy two-year's fawn ears piqued with intrigue as her green eyes landed on a few small stalks covered in white fuzz near the roots of a sapling, adorned with lovely blue-bell flowers.

Mint maybe..or what was the name of that one? It starts with a 'b'. That was all the herbologist could recall at the moment though, brow furrowed in heavy thought as she studied the plant.