Frostfire Ridge It's a start...

She stared at her pathetic excuse for a garden. The rows were nearly crafted. The soil was upturned, dampened, and ready for her to transplant whatever she needed. Unfortunately, she doubted its efficiency. This ground was hard. It was not suited for the herbs she desired. Those needed nutrient rich soil and this earth was somewhat barren. It did not like to retain water of any kind which meant whatever she planted here would need to be watered and frequently. Hmm... Quite the predicament, now wasn't it?

Citali lifted from where she sat and began to stalk around the ridge. She appeared upon a rise and tiptoed to the edge of it, turning her eyes towards the southern horizon as she contemplated her options. Northern plants would thrive in this environment, but she knew little about them. If she were to use them, she'd be starting from scratch and her margins for error would be significantly higher than she desired. But she could make it work. Ugh. Had to make it work. 

Her brow furrowed as she stared, looking over the tundras to the trees and mountains beyond. The last time she'd traveled in that direction she'd found a treasure trove of things that could be used to her advantage. She could dry a few things. That would supplement her stores until she could build up fresher remedies, but it wasn't her preference. None of this was. And so she sat, staring into the distance as if it would somehow give her all the answers to the questions she toiled over in her head.