Agrimony! Not Alimony!

Things were going quite well. Not only had Melanth crafted a satchel to carry her newfound items. She met an acquaintance whose love for herbs were just as strong as her own. Though at times she found herself shutting the woman out. Especially when she began talking in that foreign accent she knew nothing of. Only giving simple head nods and the occasional glance of acknowledgement.

Leaving the Volcano behind, they began to travel north. Where she chose to collect herbs via alphabetical order. Her mental note of them were embedded into the depths of her brain. Sharing such information with Iris as to what she wished to do. Mela looked to the dark, preppy female. "We’re looking for Agrimonies. I know they prefer warm climates."

From old hunts with Rakia, maneuvering the Gorge was child’s play. Her gate steady and precise as she descended down the steep ridges. Eyes swept over hidden spots behind fallen rocks. Taking in the variety of shrubs and ferns along the trail down. Surely there would be the herb she seeked. Somewhere amongst the flowers and debris.

"Helonia"~~"Melanth"