Sun Mote Copse Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

Alyx, who found all these rapid fire developments in her life to be quite exhausting, would've happily slept right through Wraen's summons if not for Primrose's status as lightest sleeper ever. Her brother wasted no time vacating the pile, trodding right on Alyx's leg in the process and causing her to snap awake with a shrill yelp.

Thankfully, she was still young enough that excitement and the promise of a new discovery quickly overrode any negative feelings she had. She rocked and rolled herself onto her feet, then scampered after Primrose to pop her head out of the den.

She halted right there at the entryway, squinting and blinking watering eyes against the sunlight. It punched her retinas so forcefully that everything in view blurred together so that Wraen appeared to be a slim boulder with Primrose representing the delicate flower waving at its base. AAAAAH! she screeched, her own way of saying hello while also loudly protesting her sun blindness.