My Aching Feet!

The golden eyed woman let out a bitter laughter, and that coupled with what amounted to speaking to herself earlier - Shaye wondered what she was getting herself into. Still, she had offered her services and she wasn’t one to go back on that. “Personally, I try to steer clear of Gods and Spirits, no good comes from them meddling in your life.” she would admit. She was only mildly religious herself, enough to occasionally curse the gods, or wonder at the course of her life.

“The price?” she would ask, a little taken aback. She didn’t know many healers who would ask for payment for services rendered. Ah, but then again, she supposed she did. The healer who had saved her sisters life had asked for a toll almost too great to pay. Perhaps she could understand a wolf wanting to get that out in the open first. Not wanting anyone to feel as though they were in her debt, she took only a moment to think it thought. “A shared meal, something simple.” she decided, an easy price to pay, and one that cleared any ‘debt’ immediately.

Shaye managed -just- not to jump, at the sudden, and unexpected cry of a bird. Her own little Treeswallow wasn’t with her today, and the sound came from a throat far more fierce than little Feathers.

She looked at the magnificent bird with interest. She and her father had always taken an interest in collecting feathers, and many in their family had birds for companions, she had a fond affinity for them. “hmm, I would also settle for a single feather, if you would rather.” she suggested, ears pricked in curiosity at this mention of a flood. The clear affection between wolf and bird endeared this strange woman to her a little more, and her smile was a little warmer when the attention of both turned to her. “I’m Shaye Destruction, at your service.” she introduced herself with a friendly tilt of her head. “How about I get you patched up, and if your up for it, I would be interested to hear about this flood - its my first time hearing about any natural disaster around here.”