Of The Gathering Sort

Nalyda smiled and nodded, "It's always my pleasure to help anyone who needs me," she spoke in reassurance and content. She looked to the poppy flowers and nodded, plucking about ten of them since she would need a lot of seeds if she were to help a bear. Her eyes shimmered slightly as the sun began to set, and she walked on with the herbs she had gathered, looking for moss to soak up the water she will need.

"So, Zhanire, was with you when you were a pup?" She asked, looking for the moss as it soon appeared before her. She held the moss in her mouth, careful not to suck the water from the plant.