Back to Our Roots

The Nomad Band had spent the last half season roaming the prairies just to the southwest of the valley Emersyn now stood at the edge of. Dual-chromatic eyes peered across the lush gulch now fully in bloom with buds and flowers galore as the sun had returned to the world, casting out the paranormal darkness that had swallowed it. This was Fern Gulley, the valley she'd heard from others was an abundance of herbs and plant life alike. It looked like they'd come at the perfect time too. With the plants in bloom and life returning to the world, the band would need to stockpile on their medicines and herbs, especially if they were going to be providing aid to those that had been affected by the strange illnesses going around. The packs she was sure were fine, but there were so many loners out roaming Boreas who weren't as fortunate. She planned to tend to anyone who needed it.

Beginning a slow saunter down into the valley, Emersyn lifted her snout skyward and gave a call for Segin and the rest of the band to join her. They would spend the remainder of spring here, cultivating and collecting herbs for their travels. Then they could all decide where they wanted to go from there. They were nomads, after all, and with the warmer, sunnier days of summer fast approaching, Boreas was about to become a lot more travel friendly.

"Emersyn"