The little dun mare walked along the river bank until she reached the little thicket that she was in search of. A brilliant blue butterfly fluttered just inches past her head and she knew that she was in the right place. Duska had asked her to collect some Downy Wood Mint. It seemed that it only grew part of the year and with the possibility of snow coming in a short while, she needed to harvest a good supply of it now.
Samira picked up the strong, rather minty scent of the herb and followed it to it's source. She found a good amount of the plant growing beneath the shade of a nearby fir tree. The fir tree was important to them too, but now was not the time for her to collect it's needles. She needed to focus only on the given task at hand. The dun mare carefully began to harvest the herbs and placed them in a small sack that Duska had given her.
