Herbalists' Cache happiness is a butterfly

the morning light stretched thin over the qeya’s reaches, casting long shadows across the jagged terrain. star eater’s paws moved with purpose, her breath clouding in the crisp air. further from the familiar bends of the river, she sought what the land might offer—herbs for healing, for fortifying the stores of her new home.

her gaze fell to a cluster of greenery clinging stubbornly between the cracks of the weathered rocks. a small smile ghosted across her features as she lowered her head, sniffing carefully. resilient, she thought, plucking the herbs with practiced ease. like us.