A-tisket, a-tasket, a brown and yellow basket

Finch was determined to make the most of her time in Auster before she headed back across the Bifrost towards home. There was plenty to see and do, not the least of which would be to catalogue some of the plants that grew here during the winter. It would be a useful resource to know, especially if they ever fell upon hard times in Boreas. She came upon the God's Garden with an empty satchel and eager eyes, scanning the understory. In fact, there was so much to take in that Finch found herself taking a moment to breathe deeply, tasting the air thick with greenery on her tongue. The summer day was heavy and hazy with incoming rain, with a tang of petrichor coming from downwind that told her the weather would change more quickly than she expected.

Just when she had gotten her bearings and was about to begin adding some cuttings to her bag, she caught sight of a lone female about her age deeper into the garden. The stranger was inspecting the surrounding greenery with an air of authority, and Finch noted the basket. Must be another healer on the hunt for something specific. "Hello!" she called with a wag of her tail. Finch bounded over, carrying her satchel with her. "Are you looking for anything special?"