Sunbeam Lair You give cicadas a bad name

Ezimette limped through the forest towards Asterr's call and arrived in time to see the little red one called sorrel dive into a log to grab herbs, she smiled for a second at the young one's antics, but it quickly faded. She bared her teeth in a grimace at the approaching cicadas-no, locusts. She began to frantically look for plants but was utterly stumped. Eximurra had never taught her about plants, but it could not be too different from hunting, right? Now, she utterly wanted two things, Sorrel's skills, and Jolon's comfort.