Speech // thought // French

The evening was beginning to gather, and the sky was clear. Stars sprinkled about the darkening sky one by one. She sighed, it was nice to have the ease of lying about. Her stomach was full, her feet mildly weary. She was beginning to feel the urge to move on from this place. Find a place to call home maybe. Or travel and enjoy her reclaimed freedom.

Perhaps before she leaves she could invite a few others to discuss healing lessons, maybe they could share what they knew with each other. She'd enjoy practicing her common tongue among them.

She lifted her nose to call out into the air, inviting nearby healers to share. Perhaps her friend Fic could come by as well! Her howl was a rolling accent that was not commonly heard in the calls of these lands.

"Speech"
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The call rang threw the lands, reaching Fic's ears. Thankfully she was not far away in all honesty, Knowing that there just might be a possibility of something. She realized with forward ears it was a friend she had come across at The God's Garden. Iris. It wasn't honestly too hard to tell by the way it held the thick accent, excitement tore threw Identification as the cream woman splashed threw the shallows of the dam. Water dancing around everywhere. Her own call was given forth, allowing Iris to know that she was on her way. She hoped that the woman was alright. It would be nice to see the younger lady. A smile crossed her lips as she spotted Iris.

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normally, he wouldn't be here right now. but the pull of his mate's aroma was something he couldn't miss. he'd track her, following her whereabouts. he didn't really have a reason- knowing that fic could always handle herself. that, she made known of over & over again. but he wanted to be close by her.. more than usual these days. he had a right, no? his mate, after all. he expected fic to have friends of course but not at every damn corner.. she dragged him unknowingly, to these types of things. trailing behind her a few meters back, doing well to keep his distance, erebos watched as his mate nearly scrambled over a dammed lake. heeding a call he didn't recognize. "ugh fic.." he chewed down his frustration, quickening his pace until he saw her with another female. they seemed to be acquainted. erebos felt instant relief then. slowly, the dire wolf chuffed to announce his own presence. coming slowly to sit near his pale woman. his gaze direct and in a sense intimidating, his face smooth & stoic. glancing over to his mate he whispered, "what's this about?" he looked at the other darker pelted fae, sensing this was some kind of class.

since leaving polaris, melisande felt a whole new sense of life. a freedom she was new to and although she felt emotional pain from leaving her home behind, she found hope in it all. a brand new phase in her life, fertile with potential to make better relations and perhaps even a new home later down the line. no rush though-, as she was found exploring & enjoying the abundance of leisure time that surrounded her.

its then a sudden howl rang through the humid night air. who could that be? curious, she set forth with a steady trot. moving her tiny frame moving towards the mound ahead. she caught the scents of others gathering. a social creature, melisande couldn't help but gently smile, excited for what would happen next. "um.. hello. my name is melisande." spoke softly, hoping to make friends tonight. glancing at the dark female then at the pale one, her crimson eyes slightly widening at the bulky brute. careful to not appear rude, she quickly glanced back at the darker female. a rather mixed crowd, but she was optimistic.

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Speech // thought // French

Iris's ears perk forward as she hears her new friend call back and she practically dances a welcome as Fic draws near. Her dusken tail swayed behind her.

A large male follows behind her and she grows suspicious, her dance coming to a stop and her body becomes still. Since Fic doesn't seem perturbed by him Iris relaxes a little and reflexively smiles at him.

Then someone who must be a healer came out of the shadows, a dark crimson woman! She introduces herself as Melisande.

"Bonjour! Melisande, I am Iris!" She welcomes with a dip of her head and a thick accent. The way she speaks the ending of Mel's name is like leaving the last note of a song on a breath.

"I am happier you all came! I was (h)oping we could share zhe healing knowledge? Togezher." She said, wondering if they knew how to apply contraceptive herbs as her aunt showed her.

"I know ways to keep from falling with child, iz any of you interest?" She asked, tucking her four dainty paws together and wrapping her tail around her feet.

Ears heeding the sound of Erebos as he neared. She known he was never too far off away from her. A smile was offered to him, as well as a gentle kiss to his cheek a gentle sign of affection. Hoping no one would take notice. Soon the sound of another approching cause Identification off guard, turning back to notice the woman of a russet pigment and obsidian underbelly, she was slender with a peircing garnet pools.

Fics vocals would sing out in a tone of warmth. Although she known her mate wouldn't understand, she was around other ladies. "Hello Melisande. I am Identification." Knowing it wasn't her place to introduce the one known as Iris and Erebos. It just wasn't. Maybe this would teach him that kindness wasn't always a bad thing.

Which would mean, he'd walk away with a little more knowledge than he already had, that made a smile cross her ivory maw, her tail danced as she turned her attention back to Iris. Her ears perked forwards as Iris had began to speak. "I think it would be good to know how to not fall with child for anyone honestly Especially if they are not ready." Her vocals were tender as she spoke.

Identification

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fic comforted him with gentle affection, and it honestly set him in a better mood. but it was hard to bear through it- the ugly sounds of squished syllables heaving into a thick, heavy accented spew of words he nearly couldn't make out. it made his brows furrow as his ears swiveled, flicking to the left in annoyance. less than ten minutes in and he wanted out. but the arrival of another distracts him-, a small dainty woman coming to sit near the group. she glanced at everyone but made a look erebos noticed, causing his eyes to press with a slight suspicion. what was it about erebos that daunted other women? he shrugged, not bothering to introduce himself to either of the faes, as he didn't intend to make acquaintances with them. he was here for fic, and fic only. looking at the storyteller, his dispassionate gaze rested on iris. patiently waiting for the oddly convent information to spill out. hopefully.. he'd understand it.

as she came to socializing with the group, she felt a small tinge of discomfort in her belly, causing her to shift her weight some. the brute in the group was rather standoffish.. if not rude. what was a nice girl doing with him, anyway? she glanced at fic, then back to iris, ignoring the aloof male.

luckily, iris was the star of the show here. a naturally animated female with glamour in her voice; her excitement was contagious, causing melisande to grin once more. "Bonjour! Tu es Français!(Hello! You are French!)" her tail nub wagged, ears splayed to the side as she listened furthermore "Yes, any herbal knowledge is fantastic." she said after fic, glad to find women who liked herbalism as much as she.

Speech // thought // French

Yes! They had plenty of interest! And what luck! The red woman knew french! The sparkle of delight that entered her violet-blue eyes was unmistakable, glittering with joy.
"Oui! Je suis français!(Yes! I am French)" She replied delightedly and quickly, the language flowing easily from her lips like a song she had known from birth.

"Excellen'!" She said, sweeping her luxurious ebony tail and standing over her dainty toes she grabbed a plant just within reach. It had been what sparked her interest in sharing its uses.

"For one not to fall wizh child, a tea of zis, carotte sauvage, Ehr... Wild Carrot? See zhe viole* bloom in zhe center?" She showed them a plant many would perhaps recognize as Queen Anns lace, bishops lace, or wild carrot.

"A tea made of zhis and drunk wizhin 12 hours of a coupling, shall render zhe womb free of children." She let them pass the plant around, "But beware, zhere is many a plant zhat looks similar. Do any of you know zhe dangerous kindred of zhis wild carrot?" She asked seriously.

"Speech"
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Fic didn't fail to notice that of Erebos's glances and his jaw clenching everr so slightly as Iris allowed her voice to flow forwards. Dancing upon the breeze, as Identification gave a light chuckle. Then the other woman who joined the gathering allowed her voice to come forth once more. Listening to the thick accents as they exchanged custom greetings.

Her eyes turning to the other woman and then Iris, a wave of her tail. Tilting her cranium as watching that of Iris picking a plant, glancing to the purple flower. All the while woman spoke, giving Identification more knowledge, in which she was always thirsty for. Her eyes studing the plant handed to her, upon careful study, the woman remembered that poison hemlock is almost identicial to queen annes lace.

Ears swivel back then forwards as handing the close knitted flowering plant to Erebos. "I want to say that I it could be poison hemlock?" Awaiting other questions from the others as she sat there patiently.

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the speaker went on, speaking a custom language that flew right past erebos's ears. and then finally, the dark woman took the care to demonstrate their lesson furthermore. she grabbed a herb from a place near her and showed it up to the class. his piercing binary eyes studied it, orbs darting over the entirety of the herb. "Bishops lace, yes." he confirmed with a raspy deep voice, learning of it back home.

fic then turned to hand him some of the plant to which he reached and grabbed with one paw, bringing it closer as he noted the plants details and umbrella like structure. "I agree with fic." he twirled the plant, head tilting to gauge it's ever corner. he slowly handed it to the woman across them.

"Érebos"

humbly, she grabbed the plant from the dire wolf. she smiled, her excitement oozing as she learned paws on. holding it like a trophy between both paws, she turned it around & over, eyes glistening on she imprinted on it. "is it always white, iris?" her head turned to see her response before handing it over back near the stash that sat next to iris. "And what side effects can we expect from this plant?" she swallowed, ears erect as her garnet eyes glued on iris.

Speech // thought // French

Iris watched with a gentle smile as each student passed the plant between them. It seemed some of them had already been acquainted with it and Melisade sought to know more!

"Oui! Yes, zhe flowers are always white, some of zhem will have zhis petite little violet flower in the zhe middle. And yes! Hemlock of zhe poison, pruche empoisonnée" She translated to french for Melisandre! "Iz zhe look a like. Zhe plants are hardly ever in bloom at zhe same time, but is good to know." Hmmm, how to say some of the side effects... She flicked her ears back and forth as she thought out her next words.
"If one has an... allergy, yes, zhey might experience an itzhing of zhe skin or perhaps an ache of zhe tummy when drinking. zhough generally, zhere's not many side effects." She crinkled her rich lavender eyes at the crimson woman in gentle crescents of delight.

"Zhere are many zhat are look a like and mortel(deadly). Zhe lace here is zhe only has zhis beau collier (beautiful collar) and petite hairs on zhe stem." She was grateful to be practicing her common tongue so much among them! Hopefully, she'll gain more experience in learning their speech and the translations should come more naturally!

Fic could not help but chuckle within her mind how Erebos seemed to be so out of place surrounded by two other women other than herself. Watching him study the plant and the small flowers budding from it. Before handing it over to Melisande. The one who was smaller than the others. But it didn't seem to faze her at all. Anyone not blind could see that of the excitment boil in Melisande's eyes, listening to the words that fell from her lips, the question perking Identifications ears forwards.

Eyes continue to study the plant and it's stalk that grew around them all. Storing the flora within her mind, from the stalk to the buds. Wondering just how one would prepare this to stop child birth. Thinking of just how to state it. "How would one prepare it? In a tea or a mash style?" She felt foolish for asking.

"Identification"

everyone asked their own questions and he simply listened, observing more than anything else. busy in thought as each lesson was taught. noting the violet flower that laid in the middle it's potential side effects. was it even responsible to think fic would have to take this everytime? he sighed, eyes glancing down before going back to iris. "will this cause any fertility issues later on?" he gave in, having a question of his own.

"Érebos"

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"ah merci iris!"(ah thank you iris!) she spoke with delight, her eyes squinting with a simple smile plastered over her dark maw. iris was so kind- offering a translation that assisted melisande. a thoughtful wolf, melisande thought to make her a friend later. watching as others said their own question, melisande offered her own input to fic's question. "i would think this would be more effective as a tea, no?"