The Hills are Alive

The male's travels had brought him back around the the eastern parts of these lands just in time for the changing of the seasons. A definite nip to the wind signified Autumn had arrived and already lush green forests around him were changing colour. That morning, Sìleas had decided to scale these cliffs in search of the last of Summers herbs and to admire the spectacular view he'd certainly get. In both respects the healer hadn't been disappointed. Lush green meadows coated the top of the cliffs like moss on a forest floor and alpine flowers of all sorts dotted the plateau. All off this accompanied by the panoramic view around him had definitely made the trek worth it.

Head down to the earth, or mountain-top rather, Sileas hummed as he went about his search of useful herbs. The breeze set to cool him as he worked, a gentle smile on his face.