Morningside Cuesta parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

@Kelsier <3

The cold dug into her with every passing day, but Faun was living through it. Sleeping in moss and her fox pelt never leaving her body, she pushed through each day with a smile on her features and ready to bring herbs and cheer to those around her.

But she did take the occasional walk. As she did today.

The gentle slopes of the hills she walked upon were quiet, draped in silent snow that turned the landscape into a beautiful wasteland. For nothing here seemed alive, except for she, as she passed through on the lookout for..something. She moved at a slow trot, breath steaming from her nose as if she was a mare. A striding palfrey, graceful and lightweight as she moved. It was only when she had gone several yards that she slowed to a walk, steaming breath escaping her nose into the frozen air. Her eyes closed, and she inhaled the cold, let it warm in her breast, and let it escape. She was supposed to be out here finding prey, finding the last vestiges of plants that were stubborn enough to be buried beneath the snow. She didn’t expect to find anything until spring, really, and in a pack of mostly men, she only worried for Silvertongue and her season.

She pushed the thought of her own season out of her mind. Oh, she was too young to be a mother, too inexperienced.

After standing in one place for a moment longer, she began striding forward again, nose to the snow.