The scars are souvenirs
05-30-2016, 07:03 PM
Oria was quick to give a small shake of her head and insist, "Oh, no, not to worry. You are not interrupting anything of importance." She couldn't say that staring at an unknown plant was worth being considered "important". Surely it was a helpful herb of some kind, but it wasn't a reason to make this woman think she had been incredibly engaged. When the woman grinned and took a closer look at the plant in question as she began to describe what it was, Oria sent a quick and silent thank you to the gods for finally putting a healer in her path, or at the very least someone who was familiar with herbs in some way. She glanced from the woman to the plant with awe, studying it and storing its name away. Finally, her first lesson in this new place! Lambs ear... What a peculiar name. What an interesting plant though! Used for bandaging... Yes, she could see how it would be good for- Her gold marked ears twitched when she realized the other woman had spoken again and she had been so absorbed in her thoughts that she almost hadn't noticed. Goodness, that wasn't very polite of her. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Ara," she said with a small smile, lifting her green gaze to Ara's face again. "I am Oria." She dipped her head in a small bow as she introduced herself, her tail waving gently behind her. "I can not tell you how long I have been looking for a healer from these lands that could shed some light on these mysterious herbs for me." |
