Bumblebees and Bluebirds

Spring in the north was another beast entirely. As she'd come up from the western lands she was somewhat surprised to find the winter losing it's battle against spring. Of course the past season had been mild and spring so far had taken the land with gusto, but somehow it was strange to see the snowpack waning so soon. The gully they picked their way through was fairly torn up. Large chunks of rocks lay littered around the wash, one's Peregrine could hardly believe had been moved by anything but the gods themselves. Tsiry swore she had seen the gleam of gold shining out from one singular stone, but as of yet their search for more had turned up no results.

All around them life was crawling up through the cracks and crevasses. Young cedar trees and low scrub bushes battled for what little soil sat hidden beneath the crumbling stone, and she looked up to see Tsiry resting in the shade of one. She was about to call out, ridicule her for her laziness or something of the sort, when the sound of cracking rocks sounded out from higher up on the slope. Peregrine flattened herself to the ground and watched in mild horor as a rock the size of a coyote went sailing overhead before shattered another twenty yards below her. Her gaze whipped back to Tsiry and she laughed at the way her mouth hung open, and a little bit at the fact that she'd almost just been beheaded. Before long the storm of mirth had taken her by the gut, and she had to sit down lest she topple over anyways.