Perfection Is The Color of the Incomplete

Ulmaria was growing in confidence with her healing abilities. She'd had a few lessons from her uncle as well as her companion. Not to mention she'd had the luck to run into a few other healers and learn about even more plants she could use to help others. Piper had helped her dry some herbs and now she was ready to crumble them up and store them in a jar she'd gotten from her uncle. Ulmaria rolled out a piece of hide then dipped into her den to grab the herbs she'd been letting dry. She very carefully plucked them down off the ceiling of her den before trotting back outside to the hide she'd unrolled.