Willow panted and heaved her broken body. A small bead of sweat rolled down her brow even though the air was still cool. It had been a long journey for her from the safety of the golden circle. But she needed to make this trip, if for no other reason then to prove it to herself that even broken she could still make the journey.She had other reason for make the trip to the wonderful spring meadow. One of which was to collect special healing flowers for her potions back in the warren. It was true their gardens where vast and we'll stocked back in the Golden Circle but something about meadow flowers cared and stronger kick to them.
"Rose hip, lavandor, pot marigold..." She started listing some flowers she hoped to find in the meadow. "After all this stress and long journey I am going to need some passionflower too." She said with grumpy grunt moving at her slow but steady pace. She knew she was taking to herself but it was kinda normal for her. Most hops were scared of her or maybe just scared to ask her how she had become so deformed. It did not bother her much anymore now that she had found her place in a warren but sometime ago she had learned that talking to herself gave her a friend she wanted to have so the habit kinda stuck.
Finally through Sunset areas, Willow came to the edge of the Meadow. The sweet sent of wild flowers filled the air with promise. "The meadow yelled a good crop of wild flowers this year." Willow said as she smelled the air. A half smile played on her muzzle. She was sure she would find all her needed herbs here this year. Heck maybe she would even get really lucky and find some wild poppy.
Hobbling in to the meadow, Willow could not remember such a wonderful sigh. Sure she had seen the Meadow before but I have been many many moons ago and she was very young, back before the fires. Bird sang happy songs of love and the bees hopped form flower to flower seeking the sweetest nekter for their give. Every once and awhile, Willow saw and other bun happily jumping through the grasses enjoying the world around them.
"This place is amazing she whispered." Shaking her head she remembered she came for a reason. Spotting and near by rose bush she works her way over to it so she can start collecting what she needs. As she works her mind and eyes continually wonder around the Meadow and the beauty it offers. She silently wishes she could be as beautiful as this flowers but she was give a different path. A mard path. Not wanting the sadness to over taker her she moves on. Hoping she might come across some passionflower. She would really like to brew a potion of it up once she gets back to the warren.
The morning slips into late afternoon and Willow as managed to find all the herbs she wanted and even some she had not ever seen before. It was truly a great day. But she knows if she stays much longer she will have to stay the night out in the open meadow and that just does not sound fun to her already swore and hurrying bones. Sighing with great regret she looked back into the meadow and dreams of the next time she will get to come here. Turning away she know deep down the journey to and from is only going to get harder for her in the years to come.
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