First Harvest

Other than her meeting with the healers and assorted others, Kavdaya had kept her head bent, ignoring the spring time heat cycle. Sure, she really wanted children of her own. However, that special someone hadn't waltzed into her life, and she hadn't been looking very hard. So she had kept within the borders, amassing her stockpiles of herbs. Today, however, with the season so late, she had decided to venture out to collect from the Moor.

She glided nearly soundlessly through the mist, using her nose and eyes, as well as her ears to navigate and sniff out herbs and plants. Already she had found a nice sized patch of blue flag, and several of the irises dangled from her jaws, roots gnarled and dripping from the other side. Her snowy white pelt was slick with mud, and her amethyst flecked sapphires were cheerful.

She paused as she heard voices. One was unfamiliar, but the other was her first pupil, Miksa. Kavdaya's tail swung gaily behind her as she quickened her pace, paws still light and silent. Inadvertently, she slipped up on the two, stopping just at the edge of visibility to take in the scene. An earthen male she'd not met before and Miksa stood around a stand of Yarrow. Her eyes flicked down to the many stems she'd picked from another clump elsewhere in the moorland, before she approached, making herself known as she entered on Miksa's right side with a friendly woof through the mouthful of herbs.

A respectful dip of her head was given to the stranger before she set her bundle aside and smile at both males. "Good find." Even in two short words, her Irish accent lay thick and elegant on her velvet tones as she regarded the earthen toned male. Another healer. Excellent! Her tail gave an automatic wag. "I'm Kavdaya, Master Healer of Celestial."

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think