Using a stick, I took a moment to dig up some of the stems which were buried underground. Meanwhile, while I was enjoying my tasty snack, Frey happily grazed. The grasses looked lush by the stream.
We had only left that area behind for bit when we came to a blue elderberry bush. I had to fight off some birds who were feasting there, but I told them I wouldn’t stay long. I feasted and then filled up my bag with the blueberry-like berries.
As we continued our ride, meandering along the stream, which seemed more active here, bubbling over pebbles and larger rocks, we were lucky to see butterflies and dragonflies flittering about. A patch of cardinal flowers provided a crimson splash of color, which delighted my eyes.
At one point, a snake slithered across our path, sliding its way through the rushes. I was not knowledgeable about snakes. I figured it was best to just leave all of them alone. Frey, who’d probably never seen a snake before, merely flinched at its movement, but kept going, undisturbed by its presence.
Unfortunately, I didn’t feel quite the same. The thought of sleeping on the ground when a snake decided to glide closer to me gave me the shivers. Not very white witchy of me, I’ll admit, but I’d never had anyone to discuss witchcraft with, and although I naturally abhorred any kind of cruelty towards animals, I wasn’t sure how I felt about not being snake sympathetic. Perhaps snakes were in the same category as mosquitoes and poisonous spiders.