Macalania paced around the field, wondering what in the world she was going to now that, as far as she was concerned, she'd logged all the herbs of the lands she could reach. She'd completed her herb log, including samples, recipes and maps. It was a thick ledger, something she carried with her constantly now. Its weight might have bothered her had she not already been used to carrying much heavier things.Slumping onto the ground in front of the open pages - mixtures of dried leather and bark - she scanned over the pictures she'd drawn - a key that perhaps only she could understand. A sun for a fever, an arrow for a wound and swirls for a cold. Each illness she could treat had a different symbol; a list of herbs that could help and a map to locate said herbs.
This was her life's work and now she was complete. Staring up at the sky, she pondered what her next great task would be. Her next accomplishment and contribution to the world. Perhaps she could return to the Herd and actually settle down there. She felt confident enough in her ability to keep her other away that it didn't seem like a dangerous idea.
