Érzelem

The Plains were quiet aside from the rustle of the breeze through the long grass. Rain was on its way, but Iolaire didn't care. She didn't care about much today. A small fire had been started in the pit at the center of the common area. Nothing grand. Just enough for her. Flickering firelight danced over her small frame as she lay upon a bed of tamped down grass.

Iolaire had avoided everyone all day. Though she'd made up with Roan, she didn't want to be around him. She didn't want to be around anyone. All day had been spent in her garden and she'd warded everyone else off with a glance. Unless there was an emergency, today wasn't the day. She'd tended to her poisons, cultivating the killing greens with tender care. It was a little difficult with her foot still wrapped, but she had managed.

Thunder rumbled far off and the sky was tinged with purple and grey to the north. A cold rain was in store for them. Periodically, lightning would brighten the sky. They had at least an hour before the rain began and Iolaire intended to take advantage of every second. Once it began to rain, she would be stuck inside with Roan, and she really wasn't the best company right now.