The Snake and the Owl

Vail has forgotten what spring in Abaven was like. Muddy mostly. However wet and muddied she was though, Vail was glad for the returning warmth. The plants were growing again, and she could go out collecting. Her pale form trotted through the plains early that morning. She could feel the most in her lungs, but the sun promised to burn it away within the hour.

Her dainty paws made squelching sounds whenever she hit a rather moist spot, though her white screech owl Notch attempted to guide her through the deepest puddles. He would suddenly become distracted by a tiny snake in the grass. Some of his favorite meals. She sighed as he perched on her shoulders with his most recent snack. He could have at least picked something she found appetizing.