The Wind in Flight

Lúta grinned as she realized that this was indeed a marshmallow plant. Perfect! The later half of summer was an excellent time to gather the leaves of the marsh mallow plant. The whole plant could be used but she wanted the leaves for certain. She'd need to hang them some place to dry so she opted to snip the plants off at the base of their stems. Her jaws worked to sever through one of the plants which she set aside.

She was about to grab more when a yearling male appeared. She dipped her head in greeting. "Hello there. I'm gathering the leaves to make a marsh mallow tisane. Do you want some to? There's plenty." She reached down again to gather more plants. "My name is Lúta by the way. Do you live around here?"