“With a precise move of her hand... that seemed see through and fragile at first, she would cut of the berries and roots, would put them in her basket with a lingering thought in her mind. A glimpse of a transformation that would turn something wild and beautiful and give it a purpose, make it into a potion and fill it into a vial of hope.” -Gwen w/ Ancient Heart. 

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