Nova Peak unkundig

Yarrow... She would repeat the name of the flower, small and white, in order to try and hold it to her memory. Its good to know of multiple herbs that do the same thing...In case we cant find one. Her nose crinkled as she looked to her father. In this case it seemed to be the missing marigold. 

Ah-ha! She yelled out, dashing into the direction of yellow, only to come to a halt before it. It was not marigold, but what was it? Erm....Tansy? I forget what it does though... She admitted and turned her gaze toward to her father for answers, as per usual.