That ain't dancing, Sally

At his question she would gasp with feigned shock, tossing her head to the side and huffing dramatically, "Oh, ye of little faith, I am plenty capable of such things." Was it true? Honestly, she wasn't actually sure! Lucky for Iskra she was quite capable of putting on an act she could make even herself believe in full after a bit. Her endless confidence in her ability to bullshit her way through life was basically how she'd gotten this far. What could go wrong?

The celestial lady would pause and listen carefully to his description, taking in each word and committing it to memory. When he was finished, she would spin away from him, getting right to work without another word. Okay, so she wasn't good with plants, like, at all, but how many could there even be? The answer was a friggin' ton but still she would wander carefully through the area with self-assured strides, eyeing each leafy thing she passed and comparing it to his descriptions. Once or twice she almost settled on a plant, but then after further inspection it didn't quite fit his description in one way or another so she moved on.

It was only when she was losing her nerve, standing in front of a patch of dandelions and considering admitting defeat that she would have her breakthrough. On impulse she whirled around, took several leaps with her eyes closed and- hey, what do ya know? Pointy leaves, one stalk, clumped white flowers... check! "Is this it?" she asked excitedly, gesturing to the plant she found by some stroke of luck. Sure finding it's place in the field was admittedly accidental, but she couldn't be faulted so long as she'd identified it correctly so there. Of course Iskra made a mental note to go learn the scents of some of these silly herbs so she didn't need to look via sight alone, cause that was more trouble than it was worth.