I don’t want to believe it, though, so I click on my flashlight and sweep it across the forest floor. Several plants grow around the bottoms of the trees, and as the light touches a white flower off to my left, I pause.
The flower is barely bigger than my finger, but the leaves surrounding the bottom of the grouping of flowers reach up, nearly wrapping around the petals.
White Miller Leaves- it’s the second ingredient I have drawn in my journal.
Hope slivers into my chest as I crouch down and pick several of the flowers, tucking them into the plastic bag I brought, labeling it with the name. One down, nine to go.
Whatever I can’t find tonight, I’ll ask the healers for, and if they don’t have it, we can ask the healers Ryan contacted to bring them. However, if I can find all the nee
