[she doesn't know that the world is turning just for her]

skill: herbalist

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Euphemia too, was kept busy profiling the many herbs and flowers that sprouted in that spot, that very day. She had no way to harvest, being so very far from home, but she hadn’t the need. Her entire being was driven by the need to glimpse them, to lay her eye upon the many colored petals and leaves, to share the space of the insects that buzzed in between.

The maiden found herself entirely enveloped in a tangled pillow of wildflowers. Still, she experienced each plant carefully as their soft tendrils reached upwards to brush her cheeks, and lay right across the tip of her nose. One of the most amazing things was that many of the flora were specimens of varietals that she had only read about, in her many books she had consumed on the subject.

Why here, and why now?

There was not a thought in her mind that any of this was attached to any other of the mysterious happenings, and she questioned it nary a second longer. She only snuffled about at a mere snail’s pace, entirely intent on laying her awareness on every nook and cranny of this place, yet oblivious to the other individuals who pilfered about.

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