I can't keep track of them all

*Callisto* · 09-15-2015, 01:15 AM

Walk | Talk | Think

Callisto watched with a blank, disinterested sort of expression as the other individual reexamined the plants she had been looking at and came to the same conclusion about them that she had. Marigold, just without the telltale flowers to clearly identify it by. The news seemed to be received rather well by the other healer, and she looked to be happy with her new revelation. That was all fine and dandy for Callisto - the less ignorant healers there were in the world, the less ignorant healers there were for her to have the displeasure of meeting - but, as Renhett had noticed, she was considerably more on the reserved, hermit side of life. And already she was thinking about how nice things were before she had decided to jump into a random conversation.

Still, she did not immediately leave as the red-eyed wolf introduced herself, and even, after a second's thought, offered her own in response. "Callisto," she responded, short and succinct. It struck her as slightly odd how often she came across wolves with surnames, especially when she had none. Not that she needed anything tying her back to her parents - she likely would have dropped it by now anyway. A little of her protectiveness over the plants in this area that she had claimed for herself lingered as she stared across at the other healer, and though she was still somewhat eager to depart, Callisto still asked, "Were you looking for anything in particular?" The Gulley was full of a number of a different sorts of plants. She could only imagine what, in particular, might have drawn this wolf here.

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