Where the Wildflowers Grow

Kolt greeted her, but his warning was lost on her. She was just as resilient as any of her brothers despite her size. Sprig wouldn’t argue though, just waved off his words as she came to a halt beside him. She had Prose and her own wits, there wasn’t anything that could harm her. Her big brother, who sometimes felt like her older brother, confirmed her suspicion that they were looking at a yarrow plant. She could tell by both the feathery leaves and the pleasant scent.

She shuffled forward as he went on, mentioning some mysterious project that he was working on. "Oh! Can I help?” She asked expectantly as she too went to work on collecting the plant. "I don’t remember, can we use the roots?” Her favorite plant, the dandelion, was fully usable and she couldn’t quite remember a use for the roots. She tried to think before she started to harvest.


"Spriggan Carpathius"