A Boy With A Coin
02-27-2016, 02:05 PM
Summer was a season better spent in the north where the temperature was at least bareable. Panting Lyndvarr continued slugging his way through the swamp, eyes peeled for a particularly rare herb… ginseng root. He'd tried a couple times to find it but hadn't had much luck. Today however he was determined to find the darn thing. Lyndvarr eyed the number of birds above him and moved just in time to avoid getting crapped on. Good grief… with a snarl Lyndvarr lashed to his right, teeth just missing ensnaring a blue jay. This was impossible, what was he even- Lyndvarr slipped and careened through mud until he landed in a rich clearing. Some days he thought the gods were laughing at him and that little slip had to be Loki's doing, stupid trickster. He growled and got to his feet, shaking the mud from his paws. Lyndvarr was about to climb back up the way he came when he caught sight of a plant with sets of fivefinely-toothed leaves and small, yellowish flowers. Ginseng! Walk, "Talk" Think |