Stand in the Rain

The moor was hilly, but the grass just rolled on and on. The land itself never grew anything higher than her hip or so, and so from where she stood atop a good sized hill, she felt she could see for miles. The summer sun had dried out much of the grass and shrubbery that grew here, leaving gold and red plants beneath her feet to mix along with the few stalks of green. It was different than the tall grassy plains at home, and the woman found that she could appreciate it. The only problem was - that there probably weren't many herbs here for her to collect. Nothing to pick and prod and experiment with, she had come all this way to either keep going or to turn back.

For now, in the pale light of a cloudy noontime sky, she would take a moment to stop and rest - she had been traveling for an hour or two at least, and regardless of the stretch being rather nice, she didn't want to tire herself out. With a yawn, the healer would settle where she stood, laying down rather neatly and enjoying the break in the weather. It was somewhat windy, and the air smelled of moisture - but honestly, Lyric looked forward to the rain. Of course, shortly after it fell it would dry up again - but that wouldn't take away from the experience, she was sure.