So We Meet Again... [Caia]

Amon finally caught sight of the woman moments before her head snapped towards him, brilliant eyes zeroing in on where he stood in a heartbeat. Uncertain how he felt about seeing her again, Amon elected to stay quiet. The woman greeted him by way of, "Smart mouth," and Amon rankled. It was not necessarily displeased, but had she been a mortal he would have done his best to cut her down for the insolence. However... she was certainly no mortal. Amon sighed instead. "Yes, I am familiar with certain herbs. I hardly claim to be a healer, but I do my best to assist my pack's healers in keeping things well supplied." He kept his tone neutral, words clipped. Fallen God forbid she mistake some tone of his for something else entirely.

This fae seemed easily provoked to say the least, but he supposed not all of these celestial spirits could be expected to find patience with strangers. Amon would simply need to make himself known, convey that he was no mere plebeian to be disregarded. In a droll tone, he asked, "Forgive me, but I don't believe I caught your name the last time we met?" ...Perhaps he was allowing too much sarcasm to leak in, but Amon could hardly help himself if he'd already earned the title of 'Smart Mouth.' He might as well make the most of it. He wasn't keen to offer much information of his own until he knew whether or not she planned to run off again, either.


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