The owls are gathering

She waltzed through the overgrown field, her flouncing fur of strawberries and chocolate, giving her a look of decadence. Stone foundations broke the grass every so often, remnants of a forgotten time. Woodland had long ago claimed the Garden, a vast blanket of green veiling whatever structures were left here.

With a gentle hoot, one of her owls swooped overhead, its keen eyes scanning the ground below. Perching on the ruins of an ancient wall, not one but two owls landed and watched Ellara make her way through the garden with intelligent curiosity. Ellara smiled softly to her companions, but kept her eyes open for what she really came here for - Arnica.

The owls fluttered from perch to perch as she made her way deeper into the field. Ellara's pink gaze roamed over the wild clusters of herbs, recognizing the familiar shapes and scents of each one. Lavender, yarrow, chamomile, and so much more grew here in abundance, their fragrances filling the sweet spring air.

Her stare flicked to a patch of yellow blooms nestled between the stones. "There you are, she breathed, crouching low next to the arnica with the flowers just a few inches from her face, their petals nearly reaching out to grab the wet of her nose.

[ 1/3 Collected an herb (Arnica) ]