This Glancing Life Is Like A Morning Star
02-20-2019, 08:11 PM
The snow fell steadily but slowly as Lydia continued to march southward. She'd picked a fair haul in the Orchard but Fern Gulley was her ultimate destination. She knew she'd have the best luck there. In the meantime she'd get her exercise. Lydia had found solid ice over a slower part of the river and with a little luck she'd managed to get across. It had been a risk though, the ice cracked the whole way which was going to make heading back to Kesali a bit more difficult. She'd have to find another place to cross. With the temperature just dipping below freezing she wasn't keen on getting herself fully wet. That was the last thing she needed. Lydia stopped and winced. Her pack had been digging into her neck the whole trip. Carefully adjusting the pack she double checked her work then started moving again. She knew why it was bothering her, she'd gotten a bit too carried away gathering this and that and she still had so much more she wanted to collect! There was always so much to do. It was a wonder she could ever keep her head above her workload. Lydia trailed along the river when she suddenly caught the smell of blood, wolf blood. Her head jerked up, senses alert. Was someone in trouble? "Talk" "You" Think |