Paws carried the healer through the new land, her attention caught by all of the plants that were in this land. It was familiar and unfamiliar all at the same time, with herbs she knew but looking slightly different or finding it in a different type of location that she expected. Cheiren was still curious about everything in this land, and she wanted to gather every herb she came across - but she had nowhere to store them at the moment. No den to stash them in, no pouch to store them in... As much as she wanted to start gathering the herbs, she would need to figure out a place to store them. Perhaps she could make herself a temporary living place, and store her herbs within there. That would be smart, at least. Then she could at least heal herself with a store of herbs if the need arose.

Moving towards some of the patches of herbs, Cheiren spotted a familiar plant. It was alfalfa! A smile gracing her muzzle, the healer would begin to gently pick some of the plants. She didn't want to pull up too much, as it would hinder the plant's regrowth, but she still wanted to have a good store of the plant for future use. She knew it was good for nursing mothers, along with arthritis and the heart, but a lesser known use of the plant was for weight gain, which was handy if one had a patient who needed to gain weight again after an illness or something else. She was at ease here, without the worries she could've had back home. It felt lovely here - and she was excited to see what other herbs this land held.

       

text. "she speaks." 'she thinks'.

     

   

 

 Art by Lunicea | Table code by Zodiac

Scald could not be considered a homebody. He preferred the wistfulness he felt as he traversed the lands of Boreas. A feeling of bubbling anticipation lingered in him as he awaited his sister to be ready to depart from home. As any good brother, he would be patient. He wouldn't push her. If she needed time, he would give it to her. For the time being though, he would not linger. Rather instead, he moved north of home to the grove that lingered at the base of the volcano. It had been awhile since he had been here and the beauty of the blossoms in spring was a sight to behold.

Taking his time, as he did, he wasn't surprised to have the scent of someone else reach him. Pausing a moment, he let his heterochromatic gaze lazily glance around the white and pink grove. There he sees the girl, only slightly older than himself, looking at a plant. Hmm, a healer? Scald wouldn't admit that he was like his father, but in that moment, he was curious. He wanted to talk to her. Shoot his shot, if you will.

Approaching casually, he alerted his presence with a quiet chuff. Once he was within a few feet, just a couple of trees away, he leaned against one and trained his gaze on her with one brow raised. "Whatcha lookin' at?" Scald asks, his lazy tones deepened now that he is considered an adult.

RAISE A LIL' HELL