Northstar Vale Therapévo

Meadow had envisioned something simple—a thick strip of bark that curved, perhaps, to hold the precious leaves. Antigone returned with something far more clever—a problem solver already, and her appraising look was practically radiant.

“Perhaps you are an engineer, as well, hm?” She crooned the words in praise for the youth, eagerly beginning to nudge the leaves toward him, dropping them upon the malleable bark. “We can take these back to the healing den,” she murmured, pleased at the amount they had collected, taking a pace back to sweep her eyes over their hard work with satisfaction.