Into The Woods

It was quiet.

Too quiet.

Rowan had not strayed from the path, she'd learned her lesson on that well enough, and continued to walk along though she glanced over her shoulder from time to time. Just to be sure. She didn't venture into the woods often anymore. Mostly because of the incident with the wolf. But she was venturing now.

She needed herbs and mushrooms. The kind that only grew in the woods. The kind that her mother had taught her form very young were alright to use for certain things. Some where good to have if you needed to make a poultice, some were edible. It was all a matter of knowing what you were picking and Rowan felt relatively comfortable with that.

With a basket slung over on arm, she took stock of what she had: some cinquefoil, some mushrooms and some wild raspberries she had found. There were other plants she was looking for, but if she didn't find them soon, she'd have to abandon her search and head back to the village. It was going to get late.

Smiling, she paused over particular bush. Kneeling before it, she rustled through the branches looking for the berries she was sure she'd find and ignoring anything else around her.

It had always been quite the dilemma.

Buttons had been sitting in the grass, watching a little caterpillar climb his way up a stick. Such a pretty little caterpillar, sure to some day grow into a beautiful butterfly. Or at least a pretty moth. She couldn't have been sure why he'd chosen this particular stick, since it was just sitting there, sticking out of the ground, and didn't lead anywhere at all. So when he reached the end, she very considerately turned it over gently, giving the small creature time to turn around and head the other way. She'd giggled with delight as they played the game over and over, until she saw the robin a few feet away, obviously eying up her new friend.