got love

Things had slowed down infinitely within the family, and Olya was taking the opportunity to gather herbs in the warmer climates. With spring settling into the lands, new growth was sweeping over the lands. However, she had slogged through far too much mud to get to where she was standing. The late morning sun was warm on her pale back, a blessing after such a harsh winter. She had feared that Lirika would fall ill, as her age took its toll. Thank the gods that she had remained healthy. Dove grey paws picked a way towards a strange arrangement of stones. She wasn't looking for anything in particular, so whatever she found first would be what she gathered today. Hopefully the weather would prevail until the evening, allowing her a chance to possibly dry some herbs.

A splash of vibrant colour caught her eye. A small lavender plant, just beginning to bloom. This would do just fine, yes. Leaping atop a rock that served as a wall around the herbs, she carefully stepped into the ring. Places like this were not to be traipsed into lightly. This was a fairy circle, no doubt. She must be vigilant and respectful, and offer thanks once she gathered her lavender.