Metaphor had been held up trying to tend to the burns some of the Denocte citizens had sustained from the food store fires. He was trying so hard to try and heal those that he hardly had time to restock on his own supplies. Katniss had offered to help him find some plants and herbs, hoping that she might be able to help him replenish his medicinal stores so he could help more people in the future.
And so, Katniss had awoken early to travel through Denocte to gather some plants and herbs. She wore her satchel loosely around her neck, ready to hold her hoard. Finnick had been instructed to stay at home, the fires had burned his lungs and he needed rest. As much as the eagle wanted to follow his bonded into the prairie, Katniss had insisted that he stay home and rest. It was probably not the best of ideas, but Katniss couldn’t bear to lose her bonded, so she would ensure that he remained healthy.
As she wandered along the prairie, she kept her eyes peeled. She had already picked up a few herbs and plants, some soothing aloe for the burn victims, as well as some plants to help boost immune systems. But one thing that she had been instructed to get was a plant called chamomile. Metaphor had explained that it could be brewed into a tea to aid in sleep. It was also soothing too the skin and helped cure inflammation. As she looked for the plant, she saw another up ahead who appeared to be doing exactly what she was doing. The morning was beautiful and the weather quite nice. It was curious that she did not see more out and about in this fine weather.
Trying to be friendly, she adjusted her path to head towards the stranger, someone she had not seen before. Ever the welcoming individual, Katniss slowed her pace as she neared the other. It was then that she saw that he too was picking up the chamomile. “Good morning, do you mind if I gather some as well?” There was plenty to go around, but she figured it was far more polite to ask to join him than simply inviting herself to the plants.
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