09.Apr.12, 09:56 PM
Lymsleia found herself foraging again for tubers, and bugs. Susitance. For the past two weeks she'd lived in the wilds near the Weyr. She'd only meant to be gone a day or two at most. To have the people realize that she was a nesscery part of the Weyr's life.
How had it turned so wrong? She was cleaned- well as clean as one could be in the forest with bugs and dirt. She'd bathed every day though. She'd gone from the Eastern forests near the lake and somehow lost the paths. But as she came into the clearing she her sharpened stick released from her hand as she tossed it as a small creature. Food. Fresh Meat...
How had it turned so wrong? She was cleaned- well as clean as one could be in the forest with bugs and dirt. She'd bathed every day though. She'd gone from the Eastern forests near the lake and somehow lost the paths. But as she came into the clearing she her sharpened stick released from her hand as she tossed it as a small creature. Food. Fresh Meat...