A Foggy Morning

The cool fog blanketed everything this morning, it was early still and the fog would burn off later in the day. Giving way to the heat of the early summer sun, not as hot as in late summer the sun over Winborne always burned hot in the summers so it was best to get as much done before the heat. Atleast thats what Myra thought. Also the earlier she rose and left the herd the less likely she’d have company, which she prefered. Well that was not wholly true, Myra always had company, little birds of the forest. They always flocked to her the father she got from other fawnlings the more birds found her. The first one was always the little blue fairywren whose wing she had healed two years ago. Now he was her constant companion. This morning he greeted her as soon as she entered the trees surrounding the clearing where her and the other herbalists had bedded down for the night. The little blue bird had swooped down out of the trees and circled her, then paused to hover just before her and greeted her with his twittering sing-songy call that was how they greeted each other. Myra in turn replied in a soft wordless song the mimicked his call as best she could without the vocal cords of a fairywren. Once she had greeted him the fairywren chirped and flitted off through the undergrowth singing his song to her.

“Lets head down towards Bottleneck Creek” Myra called after the bird, she knew that he heard her, Myra wasn’t sure if the bird could understand her but she still spoke to him. He seemed to understand her some what but there was a lot lost between them. “We are looking for Crow’s Wing Moss today!”

Farther up ahead she could still hear his song, so Myra started to hum along and above her in the trees other birds started to pick up her song, following along as she made her way through the foggy forest hunting for useful herbs. She stopped from time to time to check a plant or bush to see if it was one of the many useful plants she had need of. Even though Myra was no longer an apprentice herbalist she still loved to gather herbs herself. While it would be a few more years until she would be expected to take on an apprentice of her own to learn from her and gather her herbs, Myra could always get another healer’s apprentice to do this work. But to stay with the herd was like being locked in a cage, she loved wandering alone with her birds across the landscape.