Whitefish River This is your heart, it's alive, it's pumping blood

With an undeniable glimmer of self-satisfaction when mom confirmed her tree-greenery suspicions, she took note.. and no wonder it was more prevalent near the river like this if moss liked the moist areas. Syrma gave that another nod, and followed onward to the next point--a patch of weeds, well, at first glance anyway.

Following this suggestion, she zeroed in on the spiky leaves with yellow flowers. She gave them a few sniffs and watched her mom pluck a leaf and eat it. Oh! She.. well, okay! The girl's confusion surely showed for a beat, but quickly her focus went on. What about the flowers? she asked before she followed Speedy's lead and hesitantly picking a leaf of her own. Syrma fumbled it around on her tongue a bit before slowly, carefully, giving it a chew. Once the initial weirdness set in.. it really wasn't that bad. Maybe a little bitter, but not unbearably so.