*Deep in the woods, so deep only the bravest of souls dare venture there (well.. and @mlp_Fluttershy), a zebra stands over a bubbling pot of boiling blue brew, her eyes thin lines across her face as she hums in sequence.*
"A honeysuckle bush?! This late in August? Must be my lucky day!" She opens her saddle bag and starts harvesting only what she needs. And a little for @mlp_shaman/@mlp_Zecora if she needs it
*Present at the Festival of the Two Sisters, a rarity in her case, but alas she has made it there unscathed. While looking around, Princess @mlp_Twilight catches her eye, a purple alicorn she promptly nods a greeting to.*
*Green smoke rises from the boiling pot, snaking its way around the zebra before forming a wolf's head which promptly howls.* Another one to put away, save it for a rainy day.
*Looming over a bubbling brew of boiling broth, stirring with a comically large wooden spoon.* Nightshade and marmalade, cotton and cake. Reverse that decision, undo that mistake. That is what Zecora shall make.