Lyra harvests the herb with quick, efficient movements. Gardener extraordinaire, she is not, but she hopes that what she manages to gather will be sufficient for her needs. She briefly contemplates digging up the entire plant, but that feels like overkill. Besides, what if someone else happens across this spot and needs a healing herb? It feels selfish to take it all, and so she takes only enough that she feels confident in the plant's ability to keep growing before standing and turning to Danta.
"It's not so different from all of us, I suppose," she offers with a smile. "I think we all have a little more power than it looks like from the outside, don't we?" Danta does, certainly; Lyra has always been intrigued by the ability to shift forms, and although she doubts very much that she would fare well as an Ancient, she has considered attuning more than once. "Now," Lyra says, satisfied with her efforts as she packs the Efas Herb carefully away. "I don't suppose I could entice you to help me out of the labyrinth, hmm?"
"It's not so different from all of us, I suppose," she offers with a smile. "I think we all have a little more power than it looks like from the outside, don't we?" Danta does, certainly; Lyra has always been intrigued by the ability to shift forms, and although she doubts very much that she would fare well as an Ancient, she has considered attuning more than once. "Now," Lyra says, satisfied with her efforts as she packs the Efas Herb carefully away. "I don't suppose I could entice you to help me out of the labyrinth, hmm?"
Lyra
Too busy dancing to get knocked off our feet
