Shoreline (Open to everyone/anyone)

[peachbug]

Tylah stepped onto the land with little caution, she knew these shores so well. At the far end of this beach, where shorter trees and plots of grass sprang, were the berries she'd agreed to bring Strell, if they were ripe, which she trusted they were. She had long known of these thorny patches of sweet, dark berries, but time had always been lost to her carefree wanderings and the berries came and went without her attentions.

This time, she promised herself, she would examine the growth of the delicious berries quite thoroughly, if only to eliminate the guessing.

She made her way across the hot sand quickly.

[peachbug]

Kneeling at the berries, Tylah observed their full black color, and the faintly reddened color of the smaller ones. Even the slightest too early and these bumpy berries could be rendered completely sour.

She carefully pruned, plucking a few plump dark ones and trying them for herself before continuing. After departing from her conversation with Strell, she had returned for a woven bag she kept amongst her things, perfect for collecting fresh berries. Tylah unrolled it and continued searching for the best she could find. She hoped to bring a fresh bag to her podmates soon; if Strell kept to his promise of a few fresh pinchclaw, berries would go nicely in flavor. As she reached deeper in the bush, the thorns tore small nicks into her hands, but she healed them easily as she worked.