armada expansion: healing

She was late! Gossamer scrambled down to the cove. She wanted to be there to support Ophelia in leading this herb hunting expedition. Considering it was still winter up north it would not be an easy task. Bounding across the sand toward the others she cast a curious glance at Mortis followed by a grin. "Hey Mort, you going to start taking up healing?" She looked to Ophelia. "Sorry I'm late. A coon got into the stores. No worries, he'll make a nice hat."

She set about hunting, knowing she had some catching up to do. Gossamer set out closer to the base of the mountains, not expecting to find much toward the open water. Her eyes scanned the trees soon noticing the grayish bark of a dormant ash tree. It twisted and bent toward the sky, its leafless form stark against the snow on the mountainside. "I have some ash here!" She called out. Uncertain if she should also state that the bark would make a decent astringent and a decoction of it could help with fever.