It's Quiet Outside

Artorias' warning to watch her footing had her attention back on the ground in front of her, carefully placing her paws with each step she took. Perhaps this had been a bad direction to pick after all. She didn't know what this place looked like normally, but at least with the prolonged winter weather it was just dirt and bones. The bones at least were interesting enough to look at, but they didn't really help her cause at all. Artorias seemed to be enjoying looking at the landscape though and Eilwen was always just happy to get a chance to be out of the castle and flying around - especially these days. If Gwyn had been a shut in before, that was only amplified now with everything that was going on.

She found a more stable piece of ground where it leveled out at the bottom of a slope and looked up at Art when he asked about what a helpful plant looked like. She smirked and chuckled, managing to give him a playful glare. "You've got to know what at least a few of them look like. I gave you a lesson on them, remember?" It was nice to not think about things for a while. It reminded her about what things had been like before all of this. Back when her biggest worries were just how she was having trouble distinguishing between boneset and meadowsweet.

"Yarrow usually has clusters of small white flowers, but I don't know if the flowers would survive this cold... Maybe just call me over if you find anything leafy and I'll check it for you," she suggested. Then two sets of eyes could look for plants and instead of one. She'd rather find some she couldn't use and at least know that she checked them all than wonder if she missed any.

"Gwynevere" | "Eilwen"