Tale As Old As Time
It was truly strange, yet some part of his brain was telling him that everything was completely normal.
"That's all of it," He muttered to himself as he chucked the very last herb into his basket. The herb looked funny, had he always been collecting these? It wasn't the typical herb he got from his foraging, in fact, the herb seemed to glow, and his eyes stayed on it. For a moment, Fyn stayed in his position, staring at the strange herb that seemed to shine against the light. Quick as lightning, the glow disappears and when Fyn blinked, the herb turned into the normal ones that he had foraged for as long as he could remember. "Strange."