Blur the Darkness

Dusk probably was not the best time to go hunting for elderberries but the journey through the barren heat of the westlands had taken her far longer than she'd expected. She needed to do a better job of exploring the surrounding territories. If she did she'd have known how to plan her time better. The plains of the dancefloor spread out before her as the stars began to fleck the sky and for a moment she was content to admire the rusted beauty of the horizon before she set her mind back to the task at hand.

Lydia slipped through a taller portion of grasses, eyes intent on the taller, barked stretched of the elder bush. She was more interested in the bark but the berries would be a nice treat. It was a shame she hadn't discovered a better way to store them. Drying was the best she could really do.  As she moved deeper into the plain she yelped as a grouse suddenly took off into the air.  Ahh… yes… she supposed with autumn fast approaching the birds and small animals would already be starting their winter preparations.