armada expansion: healing

At the request of her master to make herself useful, Lyre offered to accompany a group of healers and helpers to inspect a nearby beach that the pack might claim as their own. The woman was quiet, though she didn't keep her eyes downcast as she normally might. The striped fae had looped a rope in the handles of a woven basket and that basket rested against her shoulder. There were things on a beach that could be used, this she knew. If Azure wanted her to make herself useful, she very well would.

Once they reached the beach, the leader of their party mentioned the plethora of seaweed drifting in the waves. Seaweed was a useful thing. Olive colored eyes scanned the dunes and Lyre made a small sound of interest in her throat. "Sand Verbena," she pointed out, moving towards a blanket of plants draped across one of the dunes. "The roots can be cleaned and cooked." Obsidian dipped paws began sifting through the sandy soil, pulling up the plants and exposing the large, thick roots which she then placed in her basket.

"Lyre"