Gyrfalcon's Keep If I can only Reach

There were not many mountains around here or cliffs, but she had seen this here. She had driven upwards with one thought on her mind. Her mouth wrapped around the herbs in her jaws. She had found aloe, and rose hips, and bergamot to name a few. And she was determined to throw them from teh cliff. This would be her offereing. She had a few wounds from the mother falcons flying to attack her, but once she got away from their nests, they were fine.

Blood fell from her multicolored pelt, but she continued onward. Her mouth gritted, the pain secondary to her mission. Finally, she made it to the top and intoned a small prayer for bountiful blessings and herb growth. She tossed her herbs from the cliff side. She had made sure to gather more, enough to make her own little cache, that she could sacrifice some.