done with having dreams [xiomar]

The family had been in the eastern lands for a while now, which allowed her more time to teach Divo about the local herbs. The day was in full swing, with the sun high in the sky. Her young student was napping in the shade of the lush trees a fair ways from where she now rested. A few herbs were drying on the stones of the stone steppe, and she would return for them later in the day. With all of her chores completed for the time being, she was taking an opportunity to lounge. It wasn't often that she got to laze about.

All of her limbs were arranged neatly beneath her, head resting on her forepaws. Two toned eyes were shut, expression soft. The rush of water from the falls was a balm on her soul. It had been quite some time since the gods had reached out to her, and she was beginning to feel concerned. Were they not present in this land? How was she supposed to train young Divo if the gods had abandoned this place? In the coming weeks, she would need to be more vigilant for any signs from them.