Pretty in Purple

"My Uncle brought me!" she declared, glancing back toward where she'd last seen Álarr. She could see a thin streak of smoke rising into the sky and guessed that he was working on making a fire somewhere over there. At the mention of helping Ulmaria perked up. "Yes, yes, I can help! Oh… but first I have to find lavender. My uncle wants it. My name is Ulmaria. C'mon, let's find some plants!" With a cheer she bounced forward further into the gulley before suddenly slidding to a halt. Wait, that smell. Yes, that smelt live lavender!

"I smell it! I smell it!" She shifted course and soon arrived in front of a spiky stand of lavender. Bugs of various kinds buzzed happily around the plant and she glanced back at the older woman before seizing the base of one of the steams with her teeth and plucking it off. She couldn't remember if you used the flowers or the leaves so she figured she'd just grab the whole thing. Easier to carry that way anyhow.