4/24/2025, 2:40 AM
SKILL herbalist 1/5 AW but attn. Ashkii ;) NORTH of Singing Hills
the light was kind today.
cloud lash moved softly beneath the embrace of dawn, where the sun touched the world only in pale gold and long shadows. her paws pressed into dark soil still cool with dew, and the scent of moss and frostbitten pine lingered on the air. above her loomed the mountain—its great flank rippled in stone and snow, casting a long hush across the land.
she had gone north of the valley, further than she usually dared, drawn by some quiet instinct—skedzay’s breath at her nape, perhaps. the wind whispered, and she listened.
at the base of an outcrop, where rock met loam, cloud lash paused.
there.
her eyes lit with wonder.
clusters of white yarrow bloomed defiantly in the crevice, small and fragrant. nearby, nestled beneath curled bramble, a healthy stretch of bear root threaded through the earth. both rare this early—sure signs of luck.