i am a cow

Ophelia's infectious happiness made her smile grow even wider. How could a fierce Warlord like Sirius give life to such a bundle of warmth? She couldn't imagine having him as a father, even though she trusted him as an ally. He must ask plenty of his brood - obedience, proficiency, loyalty. Poem had told her about the way he'd schooled her when she had been at the Armada. It had been thorough, to say the least. "Oh, yes - those appear to be chamomile. I'd be careful eating before knowing what a plant is. Most things won't kill you, but some might give you a terrible sour stomach." Theory let out a short, sharp howl towards the sky. Alouette circled down, down, down until she landed nearby in a rustle of feathers, dropping the leather satchel. "Chamomile is a good herb, though. Many, many uses. It can reduce anxiety, inflammation... the list goes on, really." She uprooted a fat bunch of it and tossed it into her satchel. "Were you looking for anything in particular?"