i dare you — open + collecting herbs

[imperia]

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What was the task again? Ah, right. Identify and collect comfrey root, chamomile blossoms, juniper, and burdock root. That is not too difficult of a task. Well, aside from the fact that Imperia is rather unfamiliar with the Ascendants territory. But she possesses a vague knowledge of what the herbs look like and where they grow, so Peri believes it should take no longer than a couple hours to find what she needs. Beautiful gunmetal grey fur shimmers like the night sky even beneath the glaring eye of the hot sun as the elegant she-wolf begins her search. While sagacious silver eyes the color of stardust sweep her surroundings for any of the telltale characteristic of the plants she is searching for, Imperia wonders if anyone else is partaking in the little challenge hosted by Warringkingdoms. She thinks it would be fun to sit down with other herb nerds and talk about plants, but for now she is content to go it alone. It's okay to be alone sometimes. "Peaches in the summertime, apples in the fall," she sings to herself, allowing her mind to drift to those early days spent with Marguerite as they searched for flowers and herbs together. "If I can't have the girl I love, I don't want none at all~"Her mother is the one who sparked Imperia's interest in the art of healing and encouraged her love for learning. It is in her mother's old journal that Peri now uses to record sketches and applications of useful fauna. it cannot be known whether Marguerite is dead or alive after she helped Peri escape that awful place, but the young female likes to think that by adding new entries to her mother's most precious item, Marguerite is with her in spirit.

"Shady Grove, my little love. Shady Grove, I know. Shady Grove, my little love. I'm bound for Shady Grove!" Her voice is soft and sweet. By no means can her skill be compared to that of an opera singer, but she can carry a tune and that is enough for her. Peri's mother used to sing this song to her and, being the romantic that she is, it stuck. Now she hums along to the tune whenever she is working.

For a creature with no opposable thumbs, Imperia now sits before four separate piles of herbs drawing very intricate pictures of each plant and making note of how they can be used both medically and recreationally. 'Chamomile is a small bush with small, daisy-like flowers with yellow centers and white petals. It has a large variety of uses, such as treating anxiety, burns, depression, ear infections, sleep issues, stress, sunburns and rashes, and digestive issues. It’s an anti-inflammatory, antidepressant, antiviral, sedative and aromatic plant. The flowers can be used in teas, as oils, or plain, with a mild taste that allows it to be used in combination with a large variety of other medicinals,' she writes after referencing both the actual plant and a book on herbalism. peri already knew most of that information, but writing it down means that anyone can access the information is necessary. Plus she just likes to draw. "Cheeks as red as the bloomin' rose, eyes of the prettiest brown. She is the darling of my heart—the prettiest girl in town." Anyone who might happen to walk by will see Imperia singing quietly to herself, completely immersed in her sketches.