SoulSweets

"Can I go gather herbs? I like being out with the plants," Mill said. "I know you do, but your father says you have a detrimental effect of sorts on the live plants you handle," Trill replied. "I'm not one to believe in magic, but..." "But what? Do you truly think I destroy plants with my... my... aura, or something?" "No. But some people's hands just aren't, well... Suited. They crush things, or can't pick them the right way, or are just clumsy in general. Handling plants just doesn't seem to be your thing," Trill said. "I really do prefer working with them, though," Mill said. "Help me with the dead ones, then," Trill said, directing her to a series of dried flowers hanging from a line. "I've gotten a little disorganized lately, and that's terrible for medicine." Mill did as her grandmother asked, sorting out the plants and cleaning the storage room a bit. It wasn't actually so bad. Then Trill had her fetch ingredients when it was medicine making time. Unlike plants