4/24/2025, 1:17 AM
AW, but maybe Perseus ;) SKILL herbalist 1/5
the forest outside the valley greeted her with a hush.
cloud lash slipped between willow trunks like a breeze through feathers, her light paws pressing into damp moss. here, the canopy hung low and delicate—veils of green trembling in the breath of spring. slivers of sun filtered through, catching in the strands of her pale coat, warming the cool-dark places where she walked.
a makeshift of woven willow fronds hung against her flank, already dotted with early treasures: threadleaf, sweet root, the pale buds of ghostflower. but she was looking for rarer things now. spring-born and stubborn. the kind that grew only where mist pooled, where deer did not tread, and where the old spirits hummed beneath the soil.
her red eyes scanned the underbrush with patience, with reverence. she did not pluck without thought. to take without thanks was to invite misfortune.