Tidbits of a lone Wanderer (solo)
Jan 29, 2018 22:29:02 GMT -6
Post by Saffron on Jan 29, 2018 22:29:02 GMT -6
The high grass swayed gently in the gentle breeze, the sun shining down its hot rays against the unprotected land, leaving few spots of shade for others to enjoy. It was a small hilly area that a young man found himself today, heavy foliage and plants rising out if the yellowish grass with their vibrant colors and sweet smells, in one of the few slightly shaded spots thanks to a large boulder. Blue waves drifted down softly, its colors reflecting brilliantly against the direct light from the sun. The hair fell against the grass as the owner of it reached a slightly golden hand out to a patch of sweet smelling purple flowers. The slim hand cupped the flowers softly as grey eyes scanned the leaves carefully, searching for and unwanted tag alongs and deformities in the plant before giving a small smile.
He slid his hand to the bottom of the stalks, then easily snapped the base of it, pulling the plant from the patch and laying it carefully in a small basket. He hummed a small tune to himself, picking more of the fragrant Bee balm from the bush, but not all of it. It was polite to save some for the various pollinators who take such great care of these plants. With his basket half full, he left the patch, walking around the boulder with careful steps as he searched for any other shade loving herbs.
He didn’t have any particular reason for being out today, it had been a few days since he left the village, wandering the plains carefully during the day. From his own limited knowledge, there should be another village not far from this area, one where he could take a rest and have some decent food. Not that he minded simply being in the wilderness, it wasn’t that different from his youth, we his Nana had made him hunt outside for days at a time before coming back home. The only difference was that he was older, a little more knowledgeable, and able to properly protect himself.
Food wasn’t too much of an issue, the prairies is full for edible herbs, along with its hardy ecosystem providing plenty of ways to get meat if you know what you’re doing. Nights was spent resting under the cover of nearby boulders and high grass, meditating quietly through the night with Fennel by his side. It wasn't uncomfortable with Fennel, knowing that he could fight if he truly needed to. It made him feel safer amongst the lands he was born in, though he doesn't expect to be winning any battles against groups of foes. But that wasn't something he worries about, a matter that stays in the back of his mind in favor of other thoughts.
The man kneeled, examining some lovely scented ground covers. He started to pick the the herb from its stem, this plant was much more numerous and bunched up compared to the Bee balm, but that's normal for Lemon Balm. He took much more than the Bee balm, knowing that the Lemon balm would grow back twice as fast. Once his basket was full, the man stood up and decided that he had plenty already and need no more herbs for keeping. With a turn, then man started down the hill, his loose clothing swaying with his steps.
There was a small campsite the the man had prepared earlier, when the day was more young. It was just a small clearing, a patch of dirt surrounded by one large boulder, rocks and high grass. It that had signs of being a well used rest stop for many travelers. He considered it fortunate that someone had decided to make a spot here for the use of others, it was thoughtful and probably appreciated by many over the years.
He slid his hand to the bottom of the stalks, then easily snapped the base of it, pulling the plant from the patch and laying it carefully in a small basket. He hummed a small tune to himself, picking more of the fragrant Bee balm from the bush, but not all of it. It was polite to save some for the various pollinators who take such great care of these plants. With his basket half full, he left the patch, walking around the boulder with careful steps as he searched for any other shade loving herbs.
He didn’t have any particular reason for being out today, it had been a few days since he left the village, wandering the plains carefully during the day. From his own limited knowledge, there should be another village not far from this area, one where he could take a rest and have some decent food. Not that he minded simply being in the wilderness, it wasn’t that different from his youth, we his Nana had made him hunt outside for days at a time before coming back home. The only difference was that he was older, a little more knowledgeable, and able to properly protect himself.
Food wasn’t too much of an issue, the prairies is full for edible herbs, along with its hardy ecosystem providing plenty of ways to get meat if you know what you’re doing. Nights was spent resting under the cover of nearby boulders and high grass, meditating quietly through the night with Fennel by his side. It wasn't uncomfortable with Fennel, knowing that he could fight if he truly needed to. It made him feel safer amongst the lands he was born in, though he doesn't expect to be winning any battles against groups of foes. But that wasn't something he worries about, a matter that stays in the back of his mind in favor of other thoughts.
The man kneeled, examining some lovely scented ground covers. He started to pick the the herb from its stem, this plant was much more numerous and bunched up compared to the Bee balm, but that's normal for Lemon Balm. He took much more than the Bee balm, knowing that the Lemon balm would grow back twice as fast. Once his basket was full, the man stood up and decided that he had plenty already and need no more herbs for keeping. With a turn, then man started down the hill, his loose clothing swaying with his steps.
There was a small campsite the the man had prepared earlier, when the day was more young. It was just a small clearing, a patch of dirt surrounded by one large boulder, rocks and high grass. It that had signs of being a well used rest stop for many travelers. He considered it fortunate that someone had decided to make a spot here for the use of others, it was thoughtful and probably appreciated by many over the years.