The Art of Healing
04-15-2013, 08:14 PM
Asheni watched the tiny wolf, perhaps a bit tentatively. She had taken a student once, but he had up and vanished and Asheni had never seen him again. Whether his betrayal had been solely to Glaciem or to both the pack and herself she would never know. She was skeptical about taking on a second apprentice but she did not fear such a thing. If the woman proved herself, worked hard, and truly dedicated herself to such an art, which Asheni had a feeling the dame would excel in, perhaps she could even speak to Gargie about the woman one day replacing her. if it was a medic that she was allowed to mold and shape... she would trust her completely and even if Gargie wasn't her best of friends, he trusted her when it came to matters of healing. But ah... she would have a long way to go before such a possibility came to realization. For now, she would let the tiny dame have her moment. Her laughter was genuine, soft, light and airy. "You are very welcome!" The pretty dame seemed to lose a bit of her composure and Asheni's own excitement was renewed as the dame pranced excitedly. This was what she lived for, this happiness, this joy painted upon anothers maw... this was exactly why she had become a healer. To help, to aide, to teach, to heal. When she spoke next, her voice, still quiet, radiated with excitement and intrigue. Ah... they would get along fabulously, or so Asheni thought. She could not watch to see her blossom into a wonderous healer! She had a good feeling about her new pupil. Crusade would be proud of her. "We will begin immediately, tell me do you know anything of plants or herbs?" Asheni threw her head to the side, lifting the plant she had retrieved and motioning for the dame to follow her. She would have much to teach and the best place to begin would be her den. Speech, |