Things were going quite well. Not only had Melanth crafted a satchel to carry her newfound items. She met an acquaintance whose love for herbs were just as strong as her own. Though at times she found herself shutting the woman out. Especially when she began talking in that foreign accent she knew nothing of. Only giving simple head nods and the occasional glance of acknowledgement.

Leaving the Volcano behind, they began to travel north. Where she chose to collect herbs via alphabetical order. Her mental note of them were embedded into the depths of her brain. Sharing such information with Iris as to what she wished to do. Mela looked to the dark, preppy female. "We’re looking for Agrimonies. I know they prefer warm climates."

From old hunts with Rakia, maneuvering the Gorge was child’s play. Her gate steady and precise as she descended down the steep ridges. Eyes swept over hidden spots behind fallen rocks. Taking in the variety of shrubs and ferns along the trail down. Surely there would be the herb she seeked. Somewhere amongst the flowers and debris.

"Helonia"~~"Melanth"

Speech // thought // French

Iris was glad for the company, despite the other didn't quite understand her. She tried her best to be clear but instead started to speak to her new acquaintance less and less. Wordlessly communicating more and more.

The monochrome woman had a plan and as long as it involved herbs and healing Iris was happy to follow along. She mentioned she was looking for a flower and by the sound of it Iris could understand what flower they were looking for.

Iris was a little more subdued and cautious at the steep slopes of the gorge and padded a little way to find a lower spot that could let her get down safely. She descended into the gorge at a much slower rate than her companion but made it to the bottom just fine. She gave Melanth a joyful grin mixed with pride in herself.

"Now for the agrimony" She muttered as she nosed her way through the underbrush.