It's a habitual world
09-09-2018, 05:45 PM
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She had spent long hours travelling the mountainous terrain, the southerly-gale buffeting her coat, and despite the warmth of summer, the cold slid easily through her wind-blown coat. Spotting the towering form of a cave, the healer angled her course to head towards it. Stems of herbs between her muzzle, head bowed as she fought to keep them from being torn free of her lips. At last, a break in the wind told her she had reached her destination. She shook out her coat with a brisk toss, a “brrrr” escaping her lips. She wasn’t a big fan of the cold, even if the herbs more easily found on this rocky terrain was what had brought her here. She walked further into the cave, and spat out her burdan, blinking down in surprise at the bare stems that lay before her. She cursed softly, and then sighed. Her herbs where down. Of course they were, the wind had been brutal. Her day spent collecting was ruined. At least her bow was still securely tied to her paw, she would have hated to lose that. A voice distracted her from her lamenting, and she tilted her head to the size, pausing a moment to catch a scent of the stranger. A woman, her nose told her, with a hint of herbs about her. Was this another healer? “Hello? I’m back here” Riva called, her voice both fearless and sweet. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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