Where the Wildflowers Grow

Kolt's ears swiveled at the sound of his name, followed by the pitter-patter of small paws. He turned his head to see Spriggan bounding towards him, her tiny form a blur of white and green against the vibrant backdrop of the garden. Kolt's expression softened as he watched his sister approach. "Spriggan," he said, his voice a mix of affection and mild exasperation. "You shouldn't have followed me out here. It could be dangerous."

Despite his words, he couldn't help but feel a small surge of pride at her quick identification of the plant. "Yes, it is yarrow," he confirmed, turning back to the delicate white flowers. "I need to collect some for... a project." He paused, considering how much to share with his curious sister. Kolt carefully grasped a stem between his teeth, gently pulling to break it free from the ground. The sweet, herbal scent of yarrow filled his nostrils as he placed it carefully on the ground beside him before reaching back to collect more.

"Kolt Carpathius"