The rivers are running low, smaller streams are drying up.
Mist swirled about pale legs as the lady took in her surroundings, sharp green eyes looking first to the left, and then to the right, although she held herself in such a way that would tell a casual observer she knew exactly where she was, and where she was going. Though Spring had long since shaken off the icy coat of winter, snow drifts all but disappeared to make way for bare earth and new growth, the wind still held a certain cutting chill as it howled in from the east and cut through the still bare branches yet to throw new shoots. They waved about over her head as though the very forest itself was rejoicing at her arrival, the clatter of wood on wood a raucous applause.
A small smile to grace the woman's black lined lips, as she voiced to no one in particular "That is quite enough, thank you." and as though it were answering her polite request, the wind died down and trees stilled, leaving the woman to ponder in relative silence. As she took in her now quiet surroundings, her ears drew her to a quietly babbling stream, what may have once been called creek, that wound its way to the south, its banks dotted with scarce willows that seemed to increase in frequency the further south one would travel.
With a nod of determination, she turned to follow the stream. If that introduction was anything to go by, she had arrived just in time.