Firefly Glen there is no prize to perfection,

AW!

the warm weather brought the gift of his soothed leg. with the loss of the bitter cold, the healer was able to move around easier. farther and without the need for frequent stops to rest. he was slow still; he always would be, but he felt freer. and so, his journey took him westward through the expanse of forneskja. dense woods slowly gave way to the rough pastures he had yet to explore. flowers were already either sprouted or blooming, now that their stalks are able to break through the soil.

he is a man that's learned to appreciate beauty, and the pastures were no exception. their wildflower fields stretching for miles, tall grass that swayed. the backdrop of towering mountains in the distance. he carves through flowers and blades of grass alike, eyes of silver wide with awe. there was so much potential here. new herbs to forage, prey to document and watch. and now, a please for tranquility. 

his own slice of heaven. for now, he sits amongst the flowers drifting with the winds, exhaling a tired, appreciative sigh.