Triss was really liking the territory below Waterfall Peak. She was starting to learn the names of some of the herbs that grew here. There was the bright yellow of Agrimony that grew far from the creek she occasionally liked to play in. There was also Meadowsweet, the tight cluster of white petals was a common sight.
Today, in the bright light of the late morning, she was attempting to pick both of them. Carrying a small basket she had picked up from the pack, and attempting to harvest what she could. Somehow, more than a few flowers made their way into the basket as well. She wasn’t sure what most of them were, but she planned to ask her mother at dinner time.
