Joy in the little things

Leaving the castle was a rare thing for her these days, but Eilwen just wouldn't let her sit around her room for yet another day. Most of the time the pale raven would relent after a few nagging remarks about staying inside all day, but not this time. Eilwen did all but drag Gwynevere out of her room to get the young healer to actually go out into the world. As they went down away from the castle toward the shore, Gwyn looked up toward the sky with her marbled lavender and sage gaze to see her companion soaring through the sky, making sweeping circles and dips on the breeze. Gwyn scoffed and chuckled softly to herself. All of this talk about her a young girl like her didn't need to be cooped up all day... The truth was just that Eilwen wanted to go flying.

Ah well, now that she was out here she might as well see if there was anything worth collecting and taking back with her. She knew that finding herbs was a lost cause at this point, but the shore might have some shells she could decorate her room with or maybe some driftwood she could take back to add to the fire. There was always something worth finding out there - at least that's what she tried to tell herself to keep her interested in their trip rather than just being grumpy about being out in the cold. She padded along the snow dusted beach, watching the waves curiously as they crashed into the shore only to form into crystals of ice and add to the icy crust where the water met up with the sand.

"Gwynevere" | "Eilwen"