gilded thicket

Iris smiles as the child comments back about being lost. The French woman had a few opinions on that herself but she wasn't the type to argue much, not with a child.

She examines the bush of Solomon's seal, the delicate branches and flowers exactly what she was looking for. The girl's words draw Iris' attention more closely. The girl was scenting the air heavily and remarking on a citrus scent. Hmmm... Mon Dieu! She is blind! No wonder!

"Ohh... you must 'ave a strong nose petite cher! Per'aps a fruit tree is somewhere near. Come closer, I'll show you zhis 'erb I found!" She would pluck a branch, heavy with flowers and leaves, and brush it against the girl's leg, hopefully for her to grab it and examine it in a way she's more comfortable.

"Zhis is Solomon's Seal. Zhe root is good for bruises on zhe body and for clearing Zhe lungs when disordered. No eat zhe leaves or berries!" She dug into the base of the plant, gathering a younger shoot of the plant and a few subsequent rhizomes covered in dirt.