Marshmallows

Finally free of his illness Álarr headed outside Fireside to stretch his legs and replenish his herbal stores. He'd gone through most of his marshmallow trying to ease is ooze filled cough and that brought him along the banks of the Rio Grande. Already signs of the horror of winter were fading. Very little bioluminescent algae remained in the river and there were fewer and fewer glowing plants. He sent his raven to get a fire going as he felt a tickle raising in his throat. He'd make some tea as well as do his gathering. Álarr worked down the banks, eyes combing through the plants. Each day the sun rose a bit higher and a bit higher. He could almost see it peeking above the horizon.