Legacy Fragments

The First Tsaritsa Pt. 5

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There was never a day that went by that Vivian was not grateful for the doctor, while the help was small, it was enough that she needed in order to keep going on.

The first concern was food, another hope he had given her. In the basket he had left enough rations to feed her for a couple days that she used sparingly so she had something to eat for as long as possible. In the basket there were some organic, growable, foods. She tried her best to replicate the soil she's helped maintain in the past in order for the plants to grow. It wasn't as efficient or successful as she hoped at first but with enough time passing by, the possibility grew brighter.

With enough free time and all that was set in order, Vivian would wander back out into the snow but this time was different. As she wandered she set out with it in mind to return to the small shed she calls home now. She looks for anything she could find, any new food source, any material she can collect and as well as use to make her living situation easier. Even the smallest possibility of finding another Village that had just been out of reach, but there was no luck in that endeavor.

When looking for resources, the kinds she thought she would come across where signs of a frozen forest, evergreens, or winter berries; the types of resources she actually came across the most were broken spear tips, a faulty tool, or any other dropped supplies from her home Village. She atempted to try and stay away from those areas, especially because they can come back and look for the dropped or missing supplies but when she did come across to them she was most grateful for just that small extra find.

The second best blessing Vivian had come across was a bubbling Hot Spring. To find this hot spring she had spent almost the entire days worth walking out into the North-East, a direction she knew she wouldn't be found by any Scouts, hunting party or collectors. She had brought a decent amount of supplies with herself, a warm blanket, two slices of bread, and a plank of wood with very small pieces of flint and Cold Steel inside her bucket. Well this will get her by enough for her journey, if anybody found her with any of those supplies, they would have taken them from her and possibly even killed her on site, assuming she had stolen these.

Originally her plan was to Venture as far forward as possible for the span of a day. Once the night would have approached, she would then use the bucket to begin digging out a place beneath the snow so she can take cover for the night, like a small makeshift temporary igloo. Obviously the blanket would be there to keep her warm, make sure she didn't get too cold in the night and die of hypothermia. The flint and cold steel with a plank of wood would be in case if she ever had a need to set a fire. There wasn't any specific reason she could think of where she might need to start a fire or have a torch but the risk of finding herself in a situation needing the supplies and not having them, is a risk she wasn't willing to take. Nothing else, other than those things, was brought with her to make sure that her load stayed light.

Finding the hot springs was far from expected. They weren't large, only deep enough for an adult to stand up to the waist at its deepest part, but it was warmth, it was fresh water, and it was somewhere she could return to and stay warm if she ever got sick. Bringing back the water from the hot springs also helped with growing her own food from the very few vegetables she hadn't killed. It made treating the soil much easier for freshness and warmth that the plants seemed to flourish with.