The Wind in Flight

So that’s what the plant was called, marshmallow. Hearing the plants name made sense but the word that followed it didn’t. A tisane? What was a tisane? With the offer of gathering the marshmallow he figured it wouldn’t hurt anything, as long as there was enough of the plant left for it to stay alive and regrow in time.

Saren wasn’t sure if he lived around here per say, hopefully he would be he wasn’t positive. He started to gather some of the herb although a bit hesitantly, he didn’t know where he would store it since he hadn’t stayed in the same place very long as of recent. He paused his gathering to think before saying “I’m Saren, my living situation is a bit in flux, but i’m curious. What’s a tisane? it’s not a term I’ve heard before.”