Chamomile is a friendly griffin with a high-pitched voice. She was born in Las Bonita, where her parents died (6 years ago) and told her -in their will- to travel Illitrical and find some friends. Instead of being buried, her parents had a sapling planted in their body; she has a picture of her mother's tree with her at all times. Everything else is in the project except for this: RP Example: Chamomile ambled slowly through the ferns on the forest floor, keeping an eye out for any herbs that might be growing. Just this morning, she had made herself a cup of chamomile-lavender tea, which was her favorite type of tea in existence. She spotted a clump of wild onions and her stubby tail began to wag ecstatically, and she leaped over to it. "Yes!" she squeaked, "I've been really hungry for these. They'll do perfectly in a soup with some potatoes." And with that, she began to harvest the tiny onions, digging them up with her front paws.
