She collected them in a small basket, with her book wide open as she looked at the vegetation with heavy lidded eyes. She wasn't good with potions and the sorts, but she could throw a healing meal together.
Her gaze fell to something pretty and brightly colored. Feathers? Feathered fern?
She reached over to tug on one to pull it off.
Only it was attached.
So she tugged harder.
Endejester