The day was bright and pleasant. A little on the warm side with sun beating down. Spring was returning full force, Fresh snow had long since become old snow. Sheets of snow were melting away, green buds were springing up. Dirt coated in water made for a nice coating of mud. Though it'd likely dry up with the continuously rising sun. A quiet hum rolled in a jolly tone from a large blue troll stallion. Mud was sprinkled across his hairy hooves. Flowers and herbs were tucked away in a pouch at the side of his necklace. It was so full it appeared to be near spewing out. It was perfect time of year it seemed for the new land to him. His friendly mare friend was about gathering herbs for him as well. Yes It was the perfect day to gather herbs. He would enjoy his day, his herd was nomadic and so there was much chance for them needing his potions.
He hoped they'd never need his potions but he'd have them well stocked with the abundance of plants and herbs. So in his pleasure on this bright day he continued to hum. He came across a small patch of purple flowers. He grinned and he knelt over to begin gathering more of the delicate flowers pulling them up to include the roots. Dirt sprinkled down as he tugged them free.

