Fenrys Dal'Andruil
❧ 7th of Glade, Year 4622, A.o.I ❧
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❧ The crisp air of glade kissed my skin as I tracked through the forest near the city, the chill of Frost lingering ever so tightly to the new growth. I was out looking for specific herbs that normally bloom around this time of year, hoping to claims some new reagents for medicines for the clinics to use.
I was hoping to get a nice haul while out, as previous days proved to be lacking in my favor in terms of adequate herbs. I needed to move fast as the wilds were very unforgiving and who knows what wished to lay claim to me while out. I wasnt worried, however, as I had done this run countless times, so this would be no different. ❧
"Common Speech"
"Mor'drub Speech"
"Kyriac Speech"
"Self-Thoughts"
I was hoping to get a nice haul while out, as previous days proved to be lacking in my favor in terms of adequate herbs. I needed to move fast as the wilds were very unforgiving and who knows what wished to lay claim to me while out. I wasnt worried, however, as I had done this run countless times, so this would be no different. ❧
"Common Speech"
"Mor'drub Speech"
"Kyriac Speech"
"Self-Thoughts"
