Winters Frost
Mal
05-13-2020, 02:36 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-13-2020, 02:36 AM by Riva.)
The little healer noised through what she could of the slowly dying greenery of the woods. Winter was upon them, and she was still scrambling to bulk up what she could of her supplies. Her resources were dwindling now that frost had killed much of the herbs, and she was considering moving on to Auster for the winter season. At least the winter was mild to the South, and she would have better luck at finding herbs. She wasn’t quite ready to move away from her temporary home in the falls, a couple lands over, to her folly. The longer she left it, the harder things were going to be. She paused as she came across some Alfalfa, and she crouched down, carefully nipping it free, before opening up her healers satchel, and digging around for an empty jar. She placed the herbs carefully inside, rearranging the wool that padded between her precious salves. Ooc: Set before she meets Pyr |
