Ezmyralda awoke at dawn, stretching her arms up as she climbed out of the comfort of her bed. She walked across the room, the warmth of the sun hitting her; her small ivory night gown bid no favours in hiding lithe silhouette. She stood in front of an old wooden wardrobe, the door's handle rested in her hand as she started into it, her supplies laid out along the shelves for her to see.<span style="font-style: italic">Seems as though I am running low on a mushrooms...a few berries and some plants would be helpful.</span>She decided as she let the door close, clicking behind her as she left.<br/><br/>She dressed quickly; a long sleeve shirt, worn leathered pants and thick-soled boots. She gathered up various pouches and her special cutting utensils; needed for her brilliant methods to carefully harvest the vast ingredients her potions required. She disappeared from the room, making hast as she made it through the castle; it stayed quiet, the royals still vacant in their slumber, avoiding the start of the day. She met the eyes of the servants, though they quickly averted their eyes as she glared at them; she shoved a few from her path, throwing them hard against the wall with no thought. Many soon after disappeared from view, preferring to let her be on her way than be left with her wrath.<br/><br/>The sun's rays greeted Ezmyralda as she made it outside, pushing hard against the tall wooden door, forcing it open as the weight seemed to wish to push her back. She shielded her eyes, the bright orange hitting her unexpectedly as it pushed above the tree tops showing a new beginning to the day ahead. She walked forward, her eyes finally adjusted. She found a servant, taking heed in her horse, the reins in his hand as he bowed to her at her approach. She snatched the reins from his hand, paying no mind as he scampered away from her presence. She moved her hand against the horse's muzzle, it soft on her palm as she admired his beauty. His body was pure ebony, white hairs feathered around his hooves, falling along the stone ground in a heap. Muscle expressed along the length of his large stocky body and he was much taller than she. She hoisted herself onto his broad back before kicking him lightly, leading him from the castle's small island.<br/><br/>Outside the castle, Ezmyralda trotted down the road, heading toward the nearby forest. She entered quickly, ignoring the dots of people that passed by her; paying no mind to the calls for her services or their petty remarks on their daily lives. She carefully made her way deeper into the woods, enjoying the deep silence it brought; the birds seemed still, the wind bringing a breeze, aiding in the comfort of her journey. The tree canopy became thick, letting little sunlight to shine through; here, in the deepest part of the forest, was where the rare herbs and mushrooms grew in abundance. She jumped from her horses back, and he whinnied in acceptance, walking a few meters in distance and taking the likes of the grass nearby. She treaded carefully, paying a much needed close attention to her foot placement.<span style="font-style: italic">There are poisonous snakes in these woods. Though their venom is very useful... </span>She mentally noted to herself, keeping in mind to bring a few snare traps on her next venture into the woods.<br/><br/>A small clearing presented itself, ringed with bio-luminescent mushrooms. the trees glowed a soft cyan colour as the mushroom glowed on their trunks, emitting their light. She entered the clearing, enjoying the light and the serenity; resting her hands against the trees as she gained her footing. She bent down, set about on snipping and gathering her ingredients, making sure to only gather two-thirds of each group, leaving plenty of the original to reproduce and regrow for her later returns.