Firefly Glen because you feel like a heartbeat

@Memory (forward dated to about 4/26/2020 - 4/28/2020)

Though the irisvar had managed to prove her worth with a tiny pharmacopoeia of midwivery medicines, the scant pile of herbs would not sustain the needs of the Empire. Not if her suspicions rang true and the various heats resulted in numerous litters. 

This need proved so urgent it led her beyond the borders of her precarious safe haven. Far beyond. 

Nimbling on nervous, numbing paws, the pallid sylph picked her way across grassland and glen to the unexplored east. A cool wind whipped her sleek fur against scarred flesh, threatened to tug the rabbitskin wrap right off her shoulders. 

The thick, dark tangle of a forest was a welcome respite from the bitter bite of the wind and the rain gently soaking her coat. Shaking the damp from her snowy tendrils, the wyvern padded on cautiously - wispy auds rising and flickering as misty orbs scanned the shadows. 

Though there wasn't much growth to speak of along the damp floor of the woodland, Awenfen had higher hopes for flora within the depths. 

Tiny form picking up with optomism, the nomad trotted north through the thicket - strawberry nose twitching curiously.