The falls were as beautiful as ever, shimmering in the sunset, collecting at smaller pools and falling yet further down the mount. In each collection resided some life, algae and plants, whilst birds chirped in their melodic songs of harmonious sync. At the base, life sporadically flourished, trees, vines, and grasses amongst the rocks. All about the mount was a flat of stone, cracked and interrupted by only grasses and some wildflowers recognized as dandelions and some scattered yarrow.
Only recently had she joined Abaven as a healer, slightly lower in ranks than she had preferred, but she, put simply, was only a novice in healing, and required much more knowledge of herbalism to climb higher into the ranks. By the Author of the Ludicaelian lands, she was permitted to visit her family's homeland whenever she wished upon it. She quietly trekked onto the smooth stone face about the sunset falls, stopping to inspect the wildflowers and grasses growing, recognizing some, but unknowing of others. Mismatched orbs were sweeping over the glorious scenery, a perfect oasis of life to learn of healing methods, but she would require the assistance of a Ludicaelian healer, as she was the only healer residing within Abaven, and it would be likely healing would be required, with the knightly kingdom hierarchy he had placed. Her mismatched orbs closed, her crown tipping back, her figure rising up to give a summons. Her call was sound, for a healer of Ludicael to come and assist, hopefully a Destruction. Her mocha cloak folded, as she would lower onto her belly, lying down delicately like a flower, plush pearly tail curled neatly about her right side.
"Speech"
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