It was a rare day in January when the weather was tolerable. It wasn't warm by any stretch of the imagination, but neither was the wind biting or the frost clinging to Osthryth's skin. The weather was good enough that Osthryth felt encouraged to venture out of the castle walls to see what she trouble she could scrounge up. Her mother had been the one to teach the girls how to scour for potions ingredients during all seasons. The pickings were scarcer this time of year, but that didn't mean there wasn't anything to be found.
The ground was clear of snow, luckily, so Osthryth kept her eyes on the ground as she wandered the grounds near the lake searching for something, anything, of use.