None of the plants in Addergoole’s grotto were, technically, toxic. That is, they might cause you to have convulsions, visions, insomnia, narcolepsy, or possibly just a warm and fuzzy feeling, but they would not kill you — or, at least, they wouldn’t kill an ordinary human or Ellehemaei child. Some of the Changes, normal air would kill them, and Valentina could not speak for her plant life in those cases.
She enjoyed encouraging experimentation and enjoyed more watching the results of the experimentation. After all, every plant in the grotto was the result of“hey, what happens if…?” — Hers and Laurel Valerian’s, mostly, although students other staff had put in their ideas from time to time. Isabella Even-hand in the kitchen had the most brilliant ideas. Most of her plants lived up in the orchard or the sunlight gardens, but there were a couple, including the Angry Peach, that deserved their place in the grotto — and made the most aggressive desserts.
“Hey.” One spikey-haired first-year student flopped down on the soft moss next to another first-year, lanky and dark-clad and serious-looking. “Have you tried chewing on the purple leaves? They make sort of a tingling feeling, and then you just don’t feel anything at all for a while.”
Emotional numbness, Valentina wrote, in her unseen perch up in a prickly-pear tree. She’d been growing the purple-leafed plant for its bark and the bast fibers in its stem.
“Don’t feel anything at all? Sounds better than those yellow berries. Give it here.”
Long-term effects? She’d have to keep an eye on these two.