Herbalists' Cache so I can watch your face as I take it all away

Still the trance clung to her, like a veil that fell before her eyes, altering the world as she saw it. She lay draped on the cool earth, though her chest felt as if it held a fire, melting quickly the drifting snow that happened to land on her pelt, warding away the frost. Her head she held twisted, gaze on the stars as they drifted in and out of oblivion, seeming to skitter across the sky like water striders. She was always so careful with her herbs, and near always they served her well. The world had shifted and danced, though only a single image held fast in her mind.

The woman realized at some point that she was singing; a low, drowsy toon that praised the stars and the night, nonsensical for the most part, but something to fill the silence. Her voice rose a dipped in pitch and volume, oddly sweet for the vacant woman.