Private Tales Odd Company

A private roleplay only for those invited by the first writer
She frowned for a brief moment. "The plant has a flower."

Nayella attempted to remember the most distinct part of the plant. She herself could have picked it out of a field rather easily, but attempting to describe it was rather hard for some reason.

"The bud is a deep purple, the petals a softer version of the same color." She still frowned, apparently not quite comfortable with describing it in that way. "Three pointed leaves can be found on the stem. Always three, never more."

There was another plant that appeared similarly with four leaves, but it was poisonous.