The Art of New Life [Birthing Lesson!]

Dómari was settling into the new patrol rotation. He was working his way around the plains on a warm spring day and enjoying the change in the weather. He'd been feeling restless again and decided he would need to put his nose to the grindstone and do some serious searching to see if he could find one of his family members or maybe Diarmuid. He was sure the older man was probably still around. Shame he wasn't the best tracker.

Honestly though, he needed to start applying himself more to Celestial. He'd been lounging about after the raid to heal his wounds and with spring in full swing now was the time to work on his training. Well, fight training anyway. Dómari unfortunately had few lessons in healing and he wasn't the sort to just start randomly experimenting with plants. Thankfully it seemed fate had intervened.

Dómari was on his way back when he heard Paladin's call and he quickly went to answer it. He had a fair amount of ground to cover and by the time he got to meeting place Justice was already there. He grinned at her and dipped his head to her in greeting. Dómari didn't know her well but she was like a legend in his mind. The woman who maimed the leader of the invaders.

"Hello Paladin, what are we going to be covering today?"