Emily sat on the hillside on an old blanket and sketched the scene before her. She could feel the carpet of prickly pine needles poking through scratching against her bare legs and hoped fervently some insect hadn't crept up to bite her. Or that a snake wouldn't get her. Petros had said that there weren't so many snakes around this area but there were still some and she had to be sure to wear walking boots and socks on the hills, hot feet or no hot feet. No barefoot walking, tempting as it was.