Blacktail Deer Plateau they call her antlia, she's simple

@Lavender

Tonight was a clearer night than the rest that Sorrel had seen over the course of the past few weeks. Maybe, she thought, this was a good sign; clarity in one facet of life meant that more was in the works. Inwardly, she hoped that it would be the opening of her still congested lungs, though she knew that it was unlikely. If anything, Sorrel's illness was getting worse rather than better, the discharge from her nose and eyes now thicker and harder to clear.

Despite the head cold, Sorrel found it a bit easier to walk with the pressure somewhat alleviated from her ankle. She'd been seeing Forrest and Pema regularly, each having their own remedies for this ailment or that. Sorrel didn't mind much; she had enough poor health to go around. With a sigh, she looked up at the starry sky and started picking out whatever constellations she could remember.