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Among The Lilacs and Lilies



Serene

Loner

age
5 Years
gender
Female
gems
110
size
Large
build
Medium
posts
130
player
04-03-2018, 08:17 AM
Whatever You Are, Be A Good One

The moment he described his plans for his pack in the willow trees where she had grown up, Serene's motions froze. Home... memories of her homeland came flooding back, and she could feel the darkest memory coming fast. Hidden among those trees will be her home; the den where she grew up and the old willow tree that marks her mother's grave. There was no hiding the sudden sadness that overcame her, that wound would always be fresh. But the more she thought about it, the happier she got. Someone else was going to bring life back to those weeping willows, someone was going to use the safe haven for good. Finally, she shook off the shock and offered a small smile.

"The willows is a good choice, very safe and a perfect place for a den site. You're right about the Tall Grass, perfect for hunting, and a few herbs grow there too. There's also a Shrine just beyond the grass plane that is perfect for prayers and speaking to spirits." Her voice was soft and gentle, just above a whisper as she thought back to those areas where she once roamed. A soft sigh before she grabbed the few bundles she had collected and turned to place them in his bag. One by one, she picked the bundles up in her maw and carefully placed them down neatly in the bag. She listened to his story about his mother keeping Meadowsweet, and it warmed her heart a bit. Just like her mother.

Branch Wreckage she thought to herself with a slight hum. It had a sweet sound to it. "The pleasure is all mine, Branch." She nodded her head before she moved to find more herbs to fill his bag, heading further down into the meadow where the soil was more damp and was more likely to grow herbs. Her legs moved slowly, taking the care to sniff the plant life around her, looking for a herb she recognized. Few steps more, she would finally turn towards the male once more, a question ready on her lips. "Tell me something, Mr. Wreckage," she hummed with a smirk, "why are you so set on creating a pack? Are you looking for power or something more humble?"

"Speech"