Sing Me Like A Folksong [Amaryllis]

Lydia enjoyed the shade provided by the tall oak trees. Their great branches helped block out some of the sun that was currently baking the whole of Auster this summer. She was dutifully continuing her studies and her herb gathering. Today the gathering was personal. She needed to find some motherwort before spring blossomed in Boreas. That would be her first heat and she'd heard such terrible stories about the experience that she wanted to take as many precautions as possible and have a good herb store she could fall back on. She kept her eyes peeled for the unique leaves of the motherwort plant all the while taking in the lay of the land. She'd set up a storage den not far from here so she hadn't bothered to bring her rabbit skin. She'd take what herbs she needed and then haul them back. Gazing at the strands of sun slipping through the leaves she sighed. It was a lovely peaceful day.