She just knew where to find them. Dad had told her. Dad had collected it once, ofcourse with add on bruises. Wouldn't forget it.

She lingered and then walked cautiously towards the tree.

The tree was....huge. It looked dangerous. She tore her eyes away from the tree and started to look for her ingredient. Ingredient. She walked a few paces near. We're looking for a small...

SPOTTED!

The fluxweed was well hidden on the ground. She moved fastly towards the little bunch, clipped, pocketed the flower and walked away, as quietly as possible. Smug. No bruises.