Elisha nodded. She haven’t heard of such a flower either; but that’s hardly surprising. She’s a fighter, not a herbalist nor a healer. True, back in monastery they did receive basic medical education-how to stop bleeding, how to cleanse the wound, how to set broken arm, how to detect and prevent poisoning...and anything else which can be potentially useful in their line of work. That didn’t, obviously, include learning northern herbs and flowers.
In the south there are is…little vegetation, so to speak. Dry, hot climate and, most importantly, omnipresent sand make lush forests and jungles of the other lands impossible. Wild plantlife would only be found alongside main rivers and irrigation channels, but these are already occupied by human agriculture. Throughout her childhood she didn’t know anything beyond grass, algae and crops-but then, her village wasn’t that rich either. Later she learned that in larger settlements people are well enough to cultivate various plants in their gardens and some aristocracy, inspired by northern people, even developed their own version of the so called “flower language”, making flower arrangement into a form of art. However, such things were, again, beyond her interests.
Name’s Elisha Veer. Nice to meet you.
For a brief moment, she considered extending her right hand for a handshake, but ultimately, not knowing the customs of wherever Illumina was from, she gave up on that idea.
I haven’t heard of such a flower either. I don’t think you can cure depression with herbs
Unless these are “magic flowers” that some of their mystics were known to grow, use, and abuse…but she didn’t say that out loud. At any rate, it didn’t seem that there are any magic or mundane flowers growing anywhere here, so it didn’t matter.
She sighed. Then it’s decided.
At any rate, I think we should keep going as the others suggested.
Poor boy will have to keep looking for his flower without her help.
To be honest, there are worst things in this world then depression. The boy looked pretty miserable, but what child doesn’t, in this day and age? She’s a warrior, not a charity. As much as she’d like to solve poverty, hunger, and other plagues that trouble the world, her mission was something else. Besides, it looked like the Albmot was definitely leaving… she could use the opportunity to talk to him and determine what sort of magic he’s using, if any, and whether he’s a friend, or potential foe.
