First Harvest
The alabaster male didn't sound too eager to learn something or collect the plant, but then again, he seemed rather quiet. Or perhaps he was awkwardly offended. Oh dear, maybe he should've left the stranger with the yarrow. It had been so rude of him to just barge in and expect him to share. Why, the younger fellow must have had his eyes on the plant, urgently requiring it. He should've just walked off; it wasn't like that was the only yarrow bush in the entire moor. He could've found his own without a hassle. However, he couldn't turn back time, nor was it wise to dwell on the past. Perhaps this encounter would shape out better.
As the other man leaned in to listen and he opened his lips to speak, a feminine woof interrupted him. He turned his head to rest his gaze on a smaller yet older snowy white woman who placed a bundle of herbs - yarrow in particular - on the ground beside them. She appeared to be familiar with the male - another healer? The head healer of Celestial? My, what an encounter. "A pleasure to meet you, Kavdaya and Miksa," he nodded to the woman and man, casually studying their features as their introductions spun through his mind. Their pack sounded unfamiliar, and the last time he had checked, there had been no known packs in the west. A new empire? "Terrae Elementas, head healer of Donostrea." His gaze flickered from the yarrow bush to the woman. "I was about to show Miksa here how to harvest a herb," he explained, wondering if the female would have anything else to add or even join in the demonstration. Or perhaps she was here to collect one of her younger healers. In that case, he would bid them farewell and be on his way, though of course not without his yarrow. |