The sun had fallen behind the clouds, and further still. The darkness pressing on all sides, the only light was stars and a yellow moon not full, not half. Just there, hanging suspended. The light from the moon fell upon her pelage, tracing contours and shadows into the mutlicolored patches that blended with her fur. Blue eyes alight and bright traced from one edge of the plateau to another.
Deep even breaths as petite and dainty paws tore up the ground. Upon her brow a furrow as she moved. This evening she would find the herbs she needed. There was a restlessness to her spirit. A longing to be upon the move. Perhaps it was because she was not yet ready to settle into sleep. Perhaps it was all the changes. Maybe. Probably. Definitely.
So she would put her paws to work, diligent in her duties as healer, medic, seer. Whatever it was that she would be. That her herbs could call.
Deep even breaths as petite and dainty paws tore up the ground. Upon her brow a furrow as she moved. This evening she would find the herbs she needed. There was a restlessness to her spirit. A longing to be upon the move. Perhaps it was because she was not yet ready to settle into sleep. Perhaps it was all the changes. Maybe. Probably. Definitely.
So she would put her paws to work, diligent in her duties as healer, medic, seer. Whatever it was that she would be. That her herbs could call.
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