Burn

Since arriving into the valley where Amon plotted their rule the dreams had become more frequent and far more realistic. Sometimes Phenex ached for days after particularly gruesome ones.

Once he got her talking of her craft it was obvious to him that she was passionate in it. Only a few of the plants she listed he could picture - he was never much of a horticulturalist. He knew some berries and fruits and had learned a few edible roots but otherwise very little else. Phenex was smart enough to know not to ingest anything he wasn’t absolutely sure was safe.

Now, Phenex realized as he listened to his sister, his caution was completely warranted. He had enough problems without ingesting something that could make them ten times worse.

”That is a long list,” he told her with a dip of his head, a sign of respect for her skill, ”One that I am sure is only a sample of what you know. How many of these plants can be stored and used at a later time?”

Plants didn’t last all year, so being able to build up a stash of them to use at their discretion would be beneficial. Maybe they could make multiple caches of them throughout this land so that they would never be far, should the need arise.