@fernadorned
She has been surveying the Niakanun’s flora selections for a while. For a literal pop-up shop, the variety here was impressive. Katie’s had her share of botany shoved down her throat (Courtesy of a mother desperate for someone to take up the biological-side of the family trade), but she couldn’t even classify any of these samples.
Was that purple thing part of a flower? Was this musky stuff a type of algae? Who knew—certainly not her.
Now, truthfully speaking, stumping her botany know-how wasn’t that hard. Katie had been an unwilling and begrudging students during those long, long days in the family garden; however, she still felt her absolute unfamiliarity with anything the Niakanun had to offer was a testament to his expertise.
She shoved the musky stuff she had been sniffing at back into the drawer with the rest of the musky stuff, and wiped its residue along the front of her coats. She whirred over to the shop-keep, and while she had to look way up for any chance of eye contact, she still kept a confident stance.
“Hey, you, guy, would you consider yourself an accomplished herbalist?”
