Sure, she's got their names half-written down on a chintzy little picture in the back of her head — these are the flowers she's seen on plates, and the elabourate stems stamped around the edges of broadsheets. But Melys doesn't know them, not the way that she knows lichen and moss and spores and caps, and all the ugly little things that eat their way through damp earth.
What she does know is elfroot. Thank fuck for that.
A short while later, she's stooping her way into the healers' tents, a bundle in hand. It's probably not too helpful to be raiding the Inquisition's own herb stores for this, but Melys isn't much looking to help.
DO YOU WANNA BUILD A SNOWMAN - Bruce
Sure, she's got their names half-written down on a chintzy little picture in the back of her head — these are the flowers she's seen on plates, and the elabourate stems stamped around the edges of broadsheets. But Melys doesn't know them, not the way that she knows lichen and moss and spores and caps, and all the ugly little things that eat their way through damp earth.
What she does know is elfroot. Thank fuck for that.
A short while later, she's stooping her way into the healers' tents, a bundle in hand. It's probably not too helpful to be raiding the Inquisition's own herb stores for this, but Melys isn't much looking to help.
"I was sent with these?"
She lies, offering the herbs out.