Where the beastslips grow [Open]

[Windra]

The herdbeasts loved to try and eat them sometimes. Rania was astute to the pending trouble. Those little yellow flowers, with their stalks twined in families of dozens and their long bulbs pointed towards the meadow from which they'd sprung, could be a not good addition to their cattle's feed. Great for pollinating, sure! Pretty to look at, indeed! To munch on, though?

No, no -

"-NO!" Rania was a delicate thing with a heavy hand when the occasion called. She smacked the rump of a heifer that was smacking its lips a little too close to offending blossom. It bleated crossness and turned sharply to aim it's rear legs at her. Several feet away, Niaajisk snapped his jaws loudly. His warning was heard. Off the beast trotted. "Git!"

Mind beasts, Rania. Heavy hooves, grumbled the burly bronze. He sauntered close, aware that his presence would keep the hungry ones away despite his awkwardness with sun-shades. Know not you help.

"They can't help it too well," the girl gave an exasperated sigh while pulling the taproots from lush soil. They were added to a growing pile in her weave basket. "Smells good, so it's got to be food! Don't know it'll poison them. 'Least it means the winter's thawin' out good. Beastslips only really grow in early spring."