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06-11-2013, 03:49 PM
Steps weighed down by drifts of snow and a deluge of thoughts, the Wild Rose wandered from the safety of the Edge's forests and took to the wide open expanse of the meadows. She was not entirely alone, for she carried her dragon with her, draped across her back to conserve and share warmth before the persistence of Frostfall. It was her only concession, though, before the concerns that would arise from her herdmates, if they knew. Too soon before had two of their number fallen, slain while wandering alone, even accompanied by companions if possessed.
But the grulla mare was quietly confident, even if distracted by thoughts of those gone and the circumstances surrounding the events. There were similarities between herself and Torasin, between herself and Solstice, true. She too was a mother, a healer, a lone equine with only a dragon for company. But she was a warrior, tested and proven, stepping amongst terrain that was entirely wide open without anything but water to heed an escape.
Besides, she had ample reason to roam abroad. Faced with teaching her new acolytes and nurses the ins and outs of healing, and instructing the protectors and any and all other interested parties the technicalities in keeping themselves alive long enough to be healed... there was a driving need to refresh herbal supplies. True, it was Frostfall and many herbs would be dormant and hidden beneath the snows, but there were some she could gather now.
It was the reason she ventured so far abroad, moving past where the river flowed deep and swift so close to home. She was seeking the willow groves that grew beside the river not so very far away, to replenish her supply of willow bark. It would not be quite so effective as bark gathered in Birdsong or Orangeleaf, but still it was something.
But the grulla mare was quietly confident, even if distracted by thoughts of those gone and the circumstances surrounding the events. There were similarities between herself and Torasin, between herself and Solstice, true. She too was a mother, a healer, a lone equine with only a dragon for company. But she was a warrior, tested and proven, stepping amongst terrain that was entirely wide open without anything but water to heed an escape.
Besides, she had ample reason to roam abroad. Faced with teaching her new acolytes and nurses the ins and outs of healing, and instructing the protectors and any and all other interested parties the technicalities in keeping themselves alive long enough to be healed... there was a driving need to refresh herbal supplies. True, it was Frostfall and many herbs would be dormant and hidden beneath the snows, but there were some she could gather now.
It was the reason she ventured so far abroad, moving past where the river flowed deep and swift so close to home. She was seeking the willow groves that grew beside the river not so very far away, to replenish her supply of willow bark. It would not be quite so effective as bark gathered in Birdsong or Orangeleaf, but still it was something.
