You could have it all; my empire of dirt [OPEN]

Isla this won't hurt a bit Forraging wasn't something Isla had been expecting to have to do... like... ever, but considering that the infirmary was rudimentary at best and that people would need to eat before they needed their wounds healed up, she had decided she would do what she could. Besides, it wasn't something she wanted to admit necessarily, but she'd only just stepped into Northaven when this whole chaotic mess had been dumped on them, and she didn't really know anyone. Edrei, sure, but the woman was a whirlwind and had been a guard, too, so her time would naturally be better spent elsewhere. It would be a safe assumption to say that Isla was lonely. But the air out here was sweet and the afternoon sun warmed her shoulders and her back, and as the breeze whispered across the long grasses she could almost imagine she was back in Northwind. Out here there were trees and bushes and arable land, and she made a mental note to bring that information back to the Sanctuary in case anyone was able to grow crops. For now, though, Isla had spotted an apple tree and she smiled at the sight of the crimson globes that nestled among its branches. That would do nicely. Spotting the shadow of a hawk on the wing overhead, Isla pressed forward to the tree, intent on gathering as much as she could.