I Don't Care About The In-Crowd
The lackluster odds of finding some herbs in their search didn't seem to bother Leviathan all that much. The young shaman continued along behind their brother, amused by his acceptance of the possibility. "Then we'll get some... Grinding stones or whatever." he grunted. It brought a tiny smile to their features. They began to near the bottom of the gorge, the wind was a little less violent down here. "Here, look." the smaller male said, veering from the worn path to tug at a weed. The scraggly shrub was almost certainly scratching the hell out of his mouth. After only a few moments longer, the weed lost its battle with their older brother. Torn from the ground, roots and all. Leviathan held it aloft. "What's this thing? What will it do?" he questioned. Bobbed tail would twitch with amusement. "Not much," they laughed softly, crinkles forming at the corners of their pale eyes. "aside from slicing up your mouth, which I'm sure it probably did." they added, padding closer to their brother. It was very clear he wasn't much of an herbalist, but his attempts were more than enough. Broadening their smile, they nodded their head toward the path ahead. "Come on, we'll find better things at the very bottom." |