Cordelia
Cordelia slips between the rows of plants, finding the herb section easily, and a basket nearby for harvesting. With a pair or clippers in hand, the Attuned works on harvesting bundles upon bundles, searching for the labels in the process. Most she easily recognizes. There is rosemary, thyme, bay leaves, lavender, and others. Each one is carefully cut and tied together, placed delicately in the basket to be hung to dry later, but that isn't the only thing she has to do.
The stakes are found, each label moved back to the front to be more easily seen by those walking the rows who weren't able to identify the herbs by sight alone. Her eyes drift towards Deimos and Sah as they work, a soft smile curling on her lips as she watches each of them tend to their own sections.
Cordelia collects herbs and finds labels.
The stakes are found, each label moved back to the front to be more easily seen by those walking the rows who weren't able to identify the herbs by sight alone. Her eyes drift towards Deimos and Sah as they work, a soft smile curling on her lips as she watches each of them tend to their own sections.
Cordelia collects herbs and finds labels.
'Cause darling, it was good // Never looking down
And right there where we stood // Was holy ground
And right there where we stood // Was holy ground
