Kneeling down in the high grass Aerdri snapped a few stems of kingsblood away from the base plant and stuffed the bundle into her small waist pouch knowing full well that her carelessness would most certainly bring its value down to potential buyers. But right now she didn't care. The new heat of the early morning sun swept over her. Even through closed lids she could still make out the rim of the golden globe that, each day, brought new life to the world. It hurt a little, but it was that good kind of hurt, one that might bother you after a long time but right now it just seemed... alluring.