Although he's studied his fair share of medicinal plants - flowers of course included - Anders has little interest in stopping to examine each specific bloom. Even the familiar ones, like those delicate red and white lilies— He's picked a couple, but his basket is practically overflowing with others.
Mostly one that looks like little clusters of yellow puffballs, and another that resembles a broad, round bundle of white petals. They seem to be all he can find, as he plucks his way along, rather more invested in enjoying the fresh air and seeing the sights than paying attention.
This is exactly what he needs, after spending a small age unwillingly cooped up in that temple. For entirely no reason, he might add. He never broke any important laws in that bizarre city, he's fairly certain. So what gives? At any rate, he's in a better mood now than he was, before.
Enough to laugh at a stranger's overheard exasperation, as he rounds the top of another gently rolling hill.
"Not yet, but give me a moment - I'll think of something."
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Mostly one that looks like little clusters of yellow puffballs, and another that resembles a broad, round bundle of white petals. They seem to be all he can find, as he plucks his way along, rather more invested in enjoying the fresh air and seeing the sights than paying attention.
This is exactly what he needs, after spending a small age unwillingly cooped up in that temple. For entirely no reason, he might add. He never broke any important laws in that bizarre city, he's fairly certain. So what gives? At any rate, he's in a better mood now than he was, before.
Enough to laugh at a stranger's overheard exasperation, as he rounds the top of another gently rolling hill.
"Not yet, but give me a moment - I'll think of something."