Healer, Healer, Fight For Me.

It didn’t take the small tan colored healer too long to arrive, and he waited patiently in that short amount of time. As she came into sight, he smiled easily at her, tail gently tapping the ground in greeting. "Dia duit ar maidin, Solveiga.." he answered easily in the Family tongue, before he shifted smoothly, translating in Common, “Good Morning. Are you ready to start training in fighting?” His head tilted, features cheerfully inquisitive, even if he knew that it was unlikely she’d say ‘no’, simply due to his status.

The dew sparkled as the sun rose higher, and off on the far horizon, the faint hint of a broiling mass of black clouds, bearers of a good heavy rain, amassed in the sky. They wouldn’t be over the plains for hours yet, by his judgement, so he remained relaxed, without a hurry as he waited for her response.