*Mira*
“Come on, Mira," I murmured to myself, “focus."
Perched halfway up the cliff, I clung to the rough, jagged rocks digging into my hands. The wind whipped around me, carrying the moist air from the waterfall a hundred yards away. Below, the sheer drop descended into an abyss of darkness.
And then, there it was—a burst of purplish silver amidst the gray and brown caught my eye.
“Beautiful," I whispered, mesmerized by five gentle, pulsing glows. No doubt they were what I was searching for.
Lunaberries.
I lunged into the mouth of the cave, quickly plucked them all, and stored them in a container in my backpack.
I let out a relieved sigh and stretched my sore limbs. That was more exhausting than I'd expected. I might have overestimated my recovery from grimroot poison. Thankfully,
