The young Destruction would come eagerly, tumbling through the woods with little more than a care in the world. He wanted to learn everything, and healing was a part of that. On long gangly legs he'd appear in a hurry, covered in snow after falling more than a couple of times on his way. No wonder he was about the very last to arrive. He'd look to each one who had gathered before he did, giving them a goofy smile as he went to sit closer to cousin Sparrow. She was nice, and he wanted very much to sit by her while they learned. Plopping himself on a skin he'd peer down at the herbs Harmony had placed out carefully. He was going to have to sit quietly, being too rambunctious would certainly earn him some disapproving looks. So with much concentration the eager boy would sit still and await what would come.
"Speech"
