if heaven waits we'll breach the gates on her wings we'll be one
Horsetail, horsetail, horsetail…. Lydia padded along the moor, following the water lines as she sought out fronds of horsetail to add to her growing herb stores. Her sapphire eyes alert and searching, a hunter of a different variety, at least for now. Across her back a cured rabbit pelt was draped, a temporary storage for the various herbs she would find and gather and empty for now but she was only just beginning her hunting in the west.
As she maneuvered along though it began to rain and Lydia sighed heavily. Oh drat! Her rabbit skin was going to get soaked. Scrambling farther inland she found a good hollow spot in a tree and snatched the skin in there. She could grab it later when she actually had herbs that needed to be brought home but for now… Lydia went back into the rain. She didn't mind it much and she was too focused on the task at hand to bother griping about it but as she was moving she noticed a pale woman nearby and she immediately froze, unsure of what to do and even more unsure if she should draw attention to herself. The other woman seemed happy and pleasant enough but who could really tell these days?
