Mother's Got Worts

*Peregrine* · (This post was last modified: 05-23-2016, 12:52 PM by Peregrine.)

Peregrine was stunned to silence by the impressive terra she had found herself in. Gnarled trees as old as time itself had grown tight enough to weave a loose ceiling above her. Through their interlocking claws was a tangle of vines, a nest of knotted tendrils, slowly suffocating the trees which bore them. Their branches were weighed down with the burden of it all. Little light made it through the mass, and what did beamed down in bright columns, illuminating swarms of bugs and motes of dust. Tsiry clung to the dark fur of her mane, reaching out every now and then to try and grab something out of the air. "I'm telling you," she said, for the hundredth time, "you should just winter down here. It'll be much more pleasant." Pere scoffed, jouncing a bit too much over a tangle of roots. Tsiry pitched to the side and grumbled her displeasure.

The earthen fae knew her new travel companion was really just dreading the chill of the north, no matter how man times Peregrine had tried to reassure her. "What, and miss out on the first good blizzard of the year? I wouldn't dream of it!" Tsiry tugged a bit too hard on her mane, causing Pere to wince. Her ears flattened and she coughed. "Right, well, thanks to your help finding this bag," she flicked her tail around to brush it, "I've got good reason to hang where things are actually still green." And for as long as she had a local guide to help her out. Tsiry said her family came from the far south, but she'd traveled as far as the Bifröst, and so far Pere had found her to be quick-witted and lively. She liked to sing and cajole and generally make a ruckus. They worked together quite well.

It helped that Tsiry knew a thing or two about herbs, and had agreed to shared her knowledge in exchange for transportation. Pere hastily accepted. For the moment, they sought out Motherwort. She'd told the smaller mammal about her plan with the alfalfa and she swore that this was just as good. "Guess what I'm thinking!" Tsiry proclaimed after a moment of silence. Peregrine chuckled and then hummed, taking a moment to think. "Fruit?" The small russet lemur gasped and put a hand on her chest as if amazed. "How did you know?" It was always fruit. The young lemur had definitely made traveling around a lot more enjoyable, and the two were quickly becoming quite close friends.

"Talk" "You" Think
"Tsiry"

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