Hushed Willows consumed with that which it was nourish'd by

the sea-witch settles the final pile of herbs down by what she has chosen to be her store. she is aware that she must work quickly, now, to gather and sort; not only with autumn come to touch the herbs with frost and rot, but now they are in their prime. she knows the winter brings oft sickness, and given now the opportunity to settle, she will work diligently on her store. 

it is late morning, now, and she is grateful for the clarity of the heavens above. the universe will provide no natural barrier to her task today, and she offers silent thanks before withdrawing slightly to glance over what she has amassed before her, knowing well it will take time to untangle and prepare the jumbled greenery - despite her best effort, travel was not the kindest to the delicate leaves.