Backyard Adventures

It was almost noon by the time Álarr rolled out of bed. With all the festivals and everything going on he'd been totally zonked by the time they returned to Legion. He promptly curled up in the family den and went to sleep and he had little interest in moving until Afi walked in with some fermented fish that sent him scrambling out of the den. Thankfully Afi followed right back out and slurped the fish down. Valentine would skin the cat alive if he stunk up the den.

Stretching, Álarr started hunting about the range. He knew why the cat had gotten him up so early. It was crunch time. With less than a month to go before winter they had to scramble to get as many herbs gathered as possible before the winter set in. While winter was supposedly milder in the north, Afi made it sound like it would be the end of the world. First and foremost on his list was Yarrow. It was one of his favorite herbs and he wanted to be sure he had enough.