Svala settled near to her fire, setting down the angelica plants she'd gathered for that day. She intended to make an infusion of the roots and a poultice of the fresh leaves. To do that though she'd need to separate everything from the stem. Svala got to work, first chewing the roots from the stem and then going along and snipping off leaf after leaf with her sharp teeth. She then discarded the stems and gathered the roots and leaves into their own separate piles.
The weather was good in the Rustling Thicket. It was a warm, summer evening. Svala drank it in while she still could, knowing that sooner or later autumn was going to catch up to her.
