Noctisardor Bypass i’ll pick a star from the sky, pull your name from a hat

dinah leads her aunt well into the brush, scoping out the edge of the creek still studded with slow-to-melt ice. nature persists, however, and through the cracks in the sludgy snow, she can see flower buds. oh, look, we've found something, she chimes. hmm.
there had to be more, right? the girl pushes onward, humming at druid's tales of misery and silently reminding herself to stay a good distance away, lest she catch the same — cold. sounds rough, her brows furrow in concern. i'm no expert, but, um, maybe you should take it easy for a while. get lots of rest, drink water, all that jazz.
further up the creek and back toward the planting grounds seems to be more promising. here, green stems shoot from the sad beige patches of grass — a sign of earth's renewal. oh, maybe somewhere over here?