Skill (1/5) - Herbalist

The world was like a crystal chalice, the light of the morning sun casting its rays across the frosted forest and the flora that grew there. While winter was still in its clutches, spring was beginning to melt the icy fist it once had on the world. The signs were slight but still there, as bulbs from last year began to burst from the soil with their green leaves, fighting the frost with all their might.

Barbosa, the maiden she was, danced through the woodland with light steps. Twirling and humming as she navigated to her recent find the previous day. If her mouth hadn't been full of plant matter, she'd have nabbed these too, but alas, here she was today, searching for the snowdrops that stood beside the base of a rather shaded tree trunk. It wouldn't be long now before the daffodils also begin to show their pretty petals, she thought.

The scent of the small blooms led her closer until someone else's came to her attention. A wolf, for certain, but they were between herself and the flowers. For a moment, her body stiffened, a flicker of the past painfully lurching through her mind. A deep lungful of air filled her chest, and a slow breath cascaded from her nose, eyes closed as she tried to push it away.

This time would be different, she was completely fine.

That man was not here.

Opening her eyes, she peered through the wooden beams, casting a look at the body in the distance. They were small, much smaller than she. They almost reminded her of coyotes with their dusty appearance. A moment passed before she bit the bullet and called out with a soft voice.

Hello! Are you okay?