Where It All Started

His tail waved behind him at her response, pleasure warming his chest at hearing that she was pleased he’d sought her out. A low chuckle escaped as she spoke about how full her alcove was getting with all the herbs that had been getting stocked up in there. “Well, you’re always welcome to kip with me in my alcove. It’s larger, and winter’s coming.”

It was an honest offer, and he felt he honestly wouldn’t mind sharing his alcove with her. In fact, he thought he might even enjoy it. He enjoyed being close to the little healer, and her sunny personality helped to lighten his days. Her question about young healers brought him back to the present and he smiled, mind running through the possible young minds.

“There’s Justice, Kavdaya’s daughter. She may be a good Cleric, or a Paladin. She shows interest in healing, and has the fire and drive to be a fighter, as well. I think my young cousin Etain may be a healer in the making. You saw her at the meeting.” He grinned, remembering the sweet voiced, friendly little pup. The fact that she only had three legs didn’t bother him in the slightest.

His nose lowered to a stand of lavender. They were long done with blooming for the year, but still useful, if he remembered correctly. “Nice thing about claiming the Moore,” he remarked, grinning at her, “We don’t have to worry all that much about running out of heather or lavender.”