It's Like A Whirlwind Inside Of My Head

Sparrow soaked in every word Aranea said. So it was both a healing plant and a poison... like Garlic, as Harmony had once taught them as pups. Sparrow hummed in approval as Aranea went on about its uses and symptoms.

"How... do we handle it then? Without ingesting too much of it, I mean. Does it have a distinctive flavor, or can it be easily hidden for consumption?"

The young woman kept glancing at the mountain nearby. Sparrow didn't know about volcanoes and had certainly never seen one. Her brow raised, "Is there... something up there?" Sparrow had no idea they had drawn next to something so dangerous.

"Is that where they often grow?"