This Glancing Life Is Like A Morning Star
12-30-2015, 08:16 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-30-2015, 08:36 AM by Tealah.)
The other male was quick to accept his apology, and Tor relaxed a touch though he remained deeply embarrassed by his faux pas. His ears stood straight in interest, though, as the male mentioned he too, was looking for herbs, then drooped as he asked if Tornach was a healer. "I'm afraid I'm not," he answered regretfully. "I would like to be, but I haven't been able to get any training in it. I have memorized the herbs that my sister uses, but I don't know the names or what most of them are for..." He winced internally at how terribly naive that sounded - looking for herbs he didn't know the names of, or the uses of. A flash of resentment filled him over that, that surprised him and was quickly shoved down into the furthest corner of his soul. He did not know how to deal with the negative feelings that leaked through his control, did not know where they came from. He was an adult, after all, and it was up to him to seek out his own training. It was hardly his mother's fault that she'd been too sick his whole childhood for anyone to have paid much attention to his training. Hardly Zuriel's fault when he'd never asked her what the herbs were she was using to help her or Regulus. He swallowed down the resentment, and shrugged, acknowledging that it was a stupid idea. The male gave his name as Shilah of the Nomads, and Tor's attention was piqued again. Hadn't his mother mentioned the nomads? His grandmother had been one... no, had been related to them? They were supposed to be uncommonly good healers, though the only one he'd met, and only met briefly, had not done much that he could see to judge by. "I am Tórnach Branán Adravendi," he gave his name in solemn formality in return. "Would you..." he hesitated. "Would you be willing to help me learn? You could keep any herbs we find in return?" Walk, "Talk" Think |
This character is equally proficient in both English and Irish Gaelic