Sifting Through the Snow
Sibyl
04-17-2021, 04:53 PM
This was Fern Gulley? When Azriel had heard from other loners of the valley filled to the brim with an abundance of herbs and plants, he immediately thought of Sibyl. The petite healer would have an absolute field day (pun intended) in a place jam packed with plant life of all kinds! Plus it would give her a chance to build up some of her reserves of useful medicines that they hadn't been able to during the winter. However, as silver-gray eyes now leered at the snow-laden valley, he was silently muttering a curse tot his unnatural winter that refused to let its stranglehold on the lands go. Any plants that had been growing here remained dead or dormant in the unseasonable cold, with only the heartiest of plants still owing heads and shoots out from the ice and snow. So much for impressing Sibyl with a field trip...
Azriel crunched through the snow and ice to carve a trail for Sibyl to more easily follow behind him. This was an absolute travesty of nature; whatever had caused this to occur had earned his wrath, all of it, forever more. Fuck winter. Fuck this winter in particular. The striped brute gave a rumble of displeasure while he looked over the barren wasteland that was once a thriving field. "Well, fuck... Sorry, Sib, I should have seen this coming..." he muttered and pawed at the ground to uncover some frozen earth and dry grass. "I don't know if you can salvage anything here, but you're welcome to try. We'll come back after everything thaws too, I promise." He continued to scan the empty horizon for any signs of life. If nothing else, maybe they'd find an errant deer to bring down and have some food to bring back home.
WC: 298 / 1500
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