When the going gets tough

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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