A Door Has Closed, A Window Has Opened [Open Healing Lessons]
The young thunderhead of a woman gasped, as though she had never seen a wolf before. Brow would rise yet higher, a low hum of question rising from her throat. Luckily, the ashen lady recovered quickly. "Oh, hello there. I'm Lydia. I'm just looking to gather some herbs. Some meadowsweet to be exact. Who might you be?" Lydia. The name sounded nice, rather soft. Like this woman. She looked soft, and friendly. It was rare to find such a creature around these parts. The world had become hardened since her youth. Crown would rise from the ground, gaze falling upon the features of the smaller female to scrutinize her expressions for a moment. Though her skull did not rise above her shoulders, she did not need to put effort into meeting her gaze. Was everyone in these parts still small?
"Caia." The titan grunted, tone a vague semblance to kindness. There was no one to lecture her about the art of manners. Still, she tried. Making friends was crucial to survival. Someone had told her that, once. Who? She did not remember. It was obviously not important. In regard to her earlier query, the woman said "Oh, that is some white willow bark."
Another cursory sniff of the strange bark, and she turned her attention to the little black waif. She looked as though either of them might eat her. Perhaps such delusions had served her well in the past. Glittering orbs would narrow, giving the tiny creature a once over. As soon as the ebony sprite noticed her attention, she froze as though wounded. Her hackles were bristling, though did not stand to full attention. "You," commanding vocals would announce carelessly. She did not care if the girl was scared. "don't fear. Serves poorly in life." Those were her words of wisdom, only partly fuelled by irritation. Cowards had no place in this world. They always faded away or got themselves killed. She'd learned that the hard way many years past. The girl's genuine interest in the strange bark was promising though.
Shining amethyst gaze would lock upon the small woman, who she noted smelled fairly strongly of herbs. Perhaps she would serve as a conduit for learning. "White.. willow bark. Comes from where? Does what?" She was curious, she simply conveyed it poorly. "Talk" "You" Think |
