A new class begins

After having so many of her nieces and nephews not take an interest in healing she had been thrilled to finally have a student in Solaire and now it seemed like she might have a chance to be a teacher again with little Sprig. The girl seemed to be curious about the art of healing at least and she was more than happy to cultivate that curiosity. She headed out to the greenhouse with Sprig it tow, letting her in before closing the door and blocking out the cold behind them. Even the greenhouse wasn't immune from the frigid winter outside, making the sun-baked interior a little cooler than usual, but it was still noticeably warmer than outside. This is where we grow all of our most important and most frequently used herbs year round," she explained as she began to guide Sprig around the rows of various plants. She stopped in front of a bush with vibrant flowers that were various shades of orange, yellow, and red. Marigold was a fairly common flower, but she didn't know how much Sprig had already absorbed about the plants they used. "Do you know what this one is called?" she asked, pulling a flower from the bush and holding it down where Sprig could take a closer look and get a good smell of it.

"Gwynevere Carpathius"