If You Can't See The Sky There's To Much Artificial Light [Xanilov Kids + Diarmuid]

Drinking deeply of the cool, mountain stream Dómari grinned at the warmth of the sun on his back.  The weather was mild and beautiful!  He couldn't ask for a better day to go herb gathering.  On the task list for today was meadowsweet.

Scampering over the cool stones and back into the forest Dómari started heading back toward the area where he'd last left his search.  Once he found the herbs he was looking for he'd take them back to his den nestled away in the rocks near the waterfall.  He'd taken a fancy to this particular territory and decided to make it his home for as long as he could, at least until he ran into his family again.  Though to be honest he'd just about given up on that idea.  They were probably outside Boreas by now but if anyone could find them Diarmuid could.  Pausing in the dappled sunlight Dómari bent down and set his nose to work.  Time to focus.