Meadow moves to join her mother, hovering close to her side. All of the herbs spread before them looked lovely. She lowered her muzzle to them, sniffing each in an attempt to identify what each was. Her forehead drew crinkled as she thought each through. Some sachets for the festival... right, the festival. Looking up at Fern she nodded once. That would be alright. They could make them together.
Fern's reassurance garnered a gentle sigh of relief from the child. She pressed her forehead into the soft spot where Fern's leg and chest met, a grateful sort of thing. Meadow was a bit more at ease as she investigated the herbs laid out, taking particular interest in each. The bonfire festival loomed in the back of her mind uncomfortably, unsure why exactly she had to go in the first place. Well, one thing at a time. There were herbs to be had.
