{SE} {open} running with the pod

A panther in the night, a fire burning bright. Ray was walking along the edge of the island, her eyes carefully scanning the ground. She was on a mission to gather a local flower that made an excellent sleep aid tea. It was one of her most popular products and as such she often had to venture out to collect some. The flower seemed to prefer the climate of the Isles but thankfully it wasn't too hard to find. Ray's bag was already almost full of clippings. She would take them back to her shop and dry them out before making the tea blends. As she walked she paused, hearing distant splashing. Ray turned towards the water and noticed flashes of pink. Encantados? r a y The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion. —Albert Camus