Confessions [Alarik]

Dómari was relying heavily on his nose as he searched for the sweet… plant thing. Even if he couldn't remember the name he was fairly certain of the smell and was even more certain that he'd know the plant when he saw it. Rooting through the Orchard, he followed his nose and suddenly felt the urge to ram his head into a tree. Meadowsweet! That's what it was, he'd just thought of it a moment ago, what made him forget like that? Dómari sighed. Was he nuts to think he'd be any good at this healer stuff?

Focusing more intently he kept an eye out for the dark foilage and creamy flowers that would signify the meadowsweet plant. He'd just caught strong yet sweet smell he was looking for when his brother Alarik happened upon him. He looked up and grinned. "Hey Alarik! I'm looking for meadowsweet and I think I'm onto something. What about you? What are you up to today? Hunting for anything in particular?"