Wild Berry Meadow set his face toward the mountain.

@Onyxia

The meadow was something of great purity, he could tell by the way the light caught upon the green leaves of the earth-locked shrubs; their berries were plentiful, ripened by the holy gaze of the Lord, and the wandering boy took his time as he plotted his course. He stopped time and again when the allure of the bounty became too great to ignore, and he carefully plucked berries with delicate nips of his teeth; they were dark and soft, filled with lucious juices that turned his tongue a deep shade of purple and blackened his salt-and-pepper chin. They were not filling but, Gilead still enjoyed his time among the plants. He felt the warmth of the Lord upon his back, and soundlessly gave thanks.