Verdant Basin season of the witch

natshana has kept busy since her return to the wilds. in her mouth, wrapped in a larger leaf, she carries a litany of herbs that she has foraged for today. determined to keep her wits sharp, she continues to build her stores (which are within the hinterlands, for now) and practice her crafts when she can. however, on this particular day, she decides to stop gathering early for some rest.  

lying the bundle of herbs at her feet, she approaches the water’s edge for a drink. the relief it provides is instant, and she exhales through her nose. the last few seasons have been difficult. without anyone to care for or advise, she feels listless and unmoored. with any luck, she can find her purpose here, in this place which had only just started to feel like some kind of home.