When the going gets tough
12-13-2015, 10:48 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-19-2015, 12:27 AM by Evelyn.)
It wasn't like her to make such a big trip, not when her daughters were so little still. But her herb supply was quickly fading away, it would seem that no matter how much she tried to gather in the greener season, her stocks always got too low. With this winter being so cold and harsh, there had been many colds and flu's in Fiori, and she desperately needed to gather more supplies. She knew that the West was a lot warmer than the South, and that she should be able to find patches of green somewhere. So the tiny woman packed up and headed off, eager to get home to her girls as fast as possible.
When Amalia finally reached the West, she stayed clear of the more dryer places, looking for a lush green pasture. When she heard the sound of bird calls she paused, russet head raising as her ears perked forward. Birds survived off of greens, berries, and nuts. If there were that many birds in one place, surely there were herbs there! Her little rabbit tail wagged behind her, rump moving along with it as she trotted after the calls. Soon enough she saw the break of green in the barren land, and her excitement only grew. Oh, finally! It felt like a huge weight had lifted off her shoulders at the sight of the estuary, a heavy sigh leaving her lips. Sniffing the air she did indeed smell herbs, and quickly pushed her way further in to find what she was looking for.
Amalia found a bonset plant with ease, and quickly began to de-root the herb. Paws already covered in earth, she grasped it in her jaws and put it off to the side, moving to the next bundle of white flowers she could find. This was the very best against colds and flues, she needed as much as she could get! And so the tiny woman worked without tiring, trying to collect as much as she could.
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12-13-2015, 11:00 AM
Navigation - Avian Estuary
Rœkia's search for ever warmer weather would lead her into the West of Alacritis. The weather here was pleasantly warm, even a bit humid and best of all the plant life still bloomed green around here which was much better for herb gathering. Since she didn't have a pack maybe she should just start migrating with the weather? She'd need to have several store dens but perhaps she could manage, it was something to think about anyway during the winter months.
Wolf soared above her as Rœkia slipped deeper into the wetlands, listening with delight to all the birds singing around her. "Hey Wolf! Think we'll find any magpies here?" The magpie landed lightly on a nearby branch. "If you start trying to set me up on another hair-brained date Rœ-Rœ I'm going to pluck out your tail." She laughed at the birds threat, eyes gazing teasingly at him as if daring him to try. "Awww… that was just a spot of fun my darling Wolf. Come on now I bet this place is crawling with fascinating herbs and new poisons."
Rœkia continued on her way, focus intent on finding some poisonous mushrooms or strange smelling plants she could test on a few unfortunate subjects when she heard the sound of rustling. Creeping forward she turned to see a small woman uprooting some boneset. Ahhh…. yes, a wonderful, useful herb but so damaging in improper doses. It was the herb she'd threatened that sibling duo with when they'd try to pin her down. Her gaze drifted over to a crop of odd little mushrooms growing out of a rotting log… she drifted over to them, sniffing lightly. Morels… not poisonous. Wolf gazed at the mushrooms for a moment before picking at them. Her paw smashed into the log as she rooted around through the bug-infested mess, eyes glancing to the smaller woman. "That's quite a crop you're gathering… is there a plague I don't know about?"
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