07.Feb.13, 12:20 PM
Ellaira, not seeing anything where she was - and not particularly desirous of encountering any other 'snakes that might be lurking in the tall weeds, made her way over to where B'run had crouched.
"You're right," she said, a bit of surprise in her voice - not that he had found something, per se, but that they had found anything at all. The woman frowned at the cut herbs. The entire bunch of plants had been sliced near the base, leaving only a few leaves shooting up from the root ball, and the damaged remains of the pithy stems. "I... didn't expect to find anything," she admitted, pulling out her belt-knife and carefully digging around the roots, loosening the plant from the soil.
"I'm only mildly informed of herb-lore, myself," Ellaira admitted, freeing one half of the root-ball and shifting to work on the other half. "But there's an herbalist in the Healer Hall I trust - her name's Lymsleia. A woman's specialist. Bit of a spitfire," she said, half laughing, "but I don't think she has a mean bone in her body. I bet she could identify this for us." The woman wiped her blade off on her pants, leaving a streak of muddy dirt on the cloth before sheathing it. She pursed her lips, then wiggled her hands down into the soil around the root ball, working the plant a little until it popped out of the ground.
"Happen to have a spare cloth or sommat? I should probably take this back to my home for the time being. My housemate is a fair hand at saving the lives of plants as have no right to keep on living."
"You're right," she said, a bit of surprise in her voice - not that he had found something, per se, but that they had found anything at all. The woman frowned at the cut herbs. The entire bunch of plants had been sliced near the base, leaving only a few leaves shooting up from the root ball, and the damaged remains of the pithy stems. "I... didn't expect to find anything," she admitted, pulling out her belt-knife and carefully digging around the roots, loosening the plant from the soil.
"I'm only mildly informed of herb-lore, myself," Ellaira admitted, freeing one half of the root-ball and shifting to work on the other half. "But there's an herbalist in the Healer Hall I trust - her name's Lymsleia. A woman's specialist. Bit of a spitfire," she said, half laughing, "but I don't think she has a mean bone in her body. I bet she could identify this for us." The woman wiped her blade off on her pants, leaving a streak of muddy dirt on the cloth before sheathing it. She pursed her lips, then wiggled her hands down into the soil around the root ball, working the plant a little until it popped out of the ground.
"Happen to have a spare cloth or sommat? I should probably take this back to my home for the time being. My housemate is a fair hand at saving the lives of plants as have no right to keep on living."