Holly

Spiral Aloe

Plant

The thick, serrated leaves of this aloe plant wither and dry up not long after harvesting, making them more of an "in the moment" kind of snack.

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Spearmint

Plant

Being completely honest, no one really eats this unless Peppermint and Cindermint are unavailable.

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Florist's Satchel

Trinkets

Too small to be of use to most dragons. Perfectly sized to be of use to those who collect dolls and miniatures.

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Flax Fiber

Organics

This material still needs to be processed before it will be of use to a weaver.

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Though she was well-liked, there was something disturbing about Holly. Her appearance, her personality, it was strange to the clan members who weren't used to Fae. She was almost ghostly, drifting along without a sound and not doing anything to make her presence known. She didn't meant to sneak up on her clan members, she just didn't understand that they were startled when she lifted one tiny hand and touched their shoulder when they thought they were alone. Being one of the Wordless, she couldn't speak to them either, her voice stolen away for an unknown reason. Or perhaps it was just never there to begin with. It wasn't like they could ask her.

Most found her looks to be stunning, absolutely gorgeous but eerie almost. Something about her was just...off. Her eyes a bit too big and bright, staring right through them. Her face too perfectly-shaped, completely symmetrical and never blemished. Holly moved with a strange fluidity, like smoke dipping in and out of hiding places. Her speed was her advantage when it came to gathering herbs which was a positive thing to the clan but it did creep them out to watch her dart away with ghostly grace. Holly's wings rarely stretched as well, she preferred running when she could and when she took to the sky the flash of green was breathtaking. The sharp contrast always startled her clan mates who were lucky enough to see it. Only the insides of her finned ears alludes to the drastic change in color.

As the clan herbalist, Holly spends all of her time gathering or crafting medicines. Her claws are often stained colors from crushing dried herbs or blending them into liquid. When she hears of somebody falling ill or getting injured, a few hours later a mysterious, tiny, package wrapped in paper arrives at their room. Crudely written instructions are on the inside of the tattered pages, misspelled and smudged but readable. If taken properly it'll return them to a healthy state in no time without fail. Some outside dragons from other clans even come to partake in her expertise. Unfortunately Holly cannot write much past her medicinal instructions, nor can she read the writing in the common languages. Communication is difficult between her and the clan but luckily enough the herbalist is well-versed in context clues.