Herbalists' Cache these scars on scars are telling me i'm still alive

@Cerberus

The days are more consistently warmer but occasionally the wind will sweep through with a chill. This morning had started off a little cooler than usual and she’d have liked to stay asleep a little longer but there is no one there to keep her company, no one to share the warmth, so she suffers through the rest of the day until it warms up that the thoughts are not gone. It is harder each day to keep moving and the amount of walking decreases as she eventually begins to meanders from one point to another. The little forest she’d been in for a little while has become a blur and she focuses little on the finer details surrounding her. There’s plenty of learning opportunity if she had someone around to help but her eyes only glaze over as she passes by.

Her nose drops to the ground idly as she approaches a patch of flowers, looking them over but they are not familiar to her. The name doesn’t even tease her because she’s never seen such yellow fellows before. They are pretty but not knowing anything about them she moves past them, picking a new direction at random to continue her journey.