Picking through the snow
06-24-2018, 04:44 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-24-2018, 04:48 PM by Riva.)
The female spoke in answer to her quarry, and her ears perked up in curiosity. Jaguars yes, she had heard about this line of big cats. They were often found in swamps and wooden regions, and where good at climbing and swimming. She filled away the information the feline gave her, explaining the more common colors of her people, and how her and the male were an uncommonly coloured. “Thank you” the healer said simply, nodding her head again to the Jaguar. “No, I haven’t, and I hadn’t expected to see such a fine sight any time soon.” She brought her nose a little closer, moving slowly so that Dragon would have plenty of time to throw her off if he so desired, as she sniffed the old scars. an infection? the cuts themselves could have been damaging to his eyes, but an infection had sealed his fate. She had a few strands of aloe vera, carefully wrapped in the soft leaves of lambs ear, and tucked against her ribbon, she teased that out now with her teeth, using a claw to cut a hole along the side of the thick green plant, squeezing out some of its juices, and dabbing it along one of the folds of lambs ear, creating a sticky poultice. “Do you mind?” she asked, her voice soft near his ear, she had already closed any distance between them. As a healer her idea of personal space was a little sketchy, a fact that put some wolves on edge or on ease, depending on the situation. “You shouldn’t still be feeling any infection in your eye, that’s something i would love to examine. Er.. I mean, I would love to be able to help.” she coughed softly, pushing down her academic curiosity with a reminder of the suffering he had likely endured. “Not the snow.” she said, a touch bitterly, stamping her feet to dislodge some of the white substance that clung to her, her dislike for the cold evident in her tone. “Herbs mostly, winter came too fast this year and I hadn’t finished collecting herbs, so now i’m stuck digging beneath the snow, and attempting to dry them without reliable sunlight.” it was clear from her tone of voice that her own folly exasperated her. “Yourself?” |
