"Sanna, come quickly! Look at this..."
Gwivelle had found a patch of vegetation in the meadow and hurried forward, not forgetting to shout back at Sanna.
Roman's army was slaughtering wild beasts in the distance; it was bloody and cruel.
The two girls seemed to be on a picnic, relaxed and lively.
"What is this?" The fisherwoman from the coast had never seen such a plant.
The narrow, stubborn wild grass thrived on the snow-covered land; it resembled some type of strawberry, but the fruit it bore was brightly colored, a shimmering yellow.
"It's Yellow Berries!" Gwivelle said with high spirits.
She had eaten such berries in the mountains and they were quite tasty.
Uncle Dick did not recognize this wild berry, but Grandpa Galin, who was knowledgeable, referred to it as Yellow Berries.
In the distant Northern Land and Igo Land, those harsh cold places also had the same kind of berries.
