Who Can Stand?

Chyrsanthos trekked on, eyes peeled across the barren terrain. Bolla was nestled in his pack. She'd been unusually quiet since the explosion and being a warm weather creature she didn't care to be out either. Winter was only just starting but he knew it would get colder and bleaker from here on out. His eyes scanned the horizon and a little ways off he saw the gray stalks of elder stretching toward the sky, barren of leaves and flowers but they still had their bark. He could definitely do something with that though it put the plant at risk for the winter. Still, he needed to be prepared.

Chrys padded over to the section of elderberry, the talk stalks blocking his view so at first he didn't see the woman nearby but as he heard a voice he maneuvered his head around and saw a familiar looking woman. "Oh, hello! Yurei isn't it? Are you here to gather elderberry bark as well?"