Salutations and Well Wishes

The young woman grinned as Shaye remarked that Abaven’s healer was sure to be interested in a healing conversation, and she couldn’t help but add, “I’m sure you’re aware, but be warned; once they get going they never stop talking about it. We may have to arrange inter-pack healer stay-overs if they get going… Not a bad thought, actually—it could be an opportunity for younger healers to travel and learn more of the plants and methods in the western end of the continent.”

Something to consider in her dealings with her other allies, certainly, and Aurielle made a mental note to speak with Paladin and Justice about it. Geoffery and Vivianne were both definitely destined to be healers—in the time she’d been watching the two from afar or interacted with them, they had shared the same certain something with Paladin. The desire to make well the ill and soothe the hurt. No doubt they’d both adore the opportunity to learn about more healing plants from the other end of the land.

As Shaye spoke next, the young Archangel smiled, nodding. “I’ve met him. Quite the stunning coat, don’t you think? I’m almost jealous—although I do get the odd looks for my own, not to mention the teeth and hair.” She flashed a light, self-depreciating grin at the taller woman and chuckled.

“I’ll certainly have to speak with him about it. Perhaps he has ideas to share. I’d love to pick his brain about the mention he gave about walls in his homeland when we first met—I’d like some ideas. We built a wall around Celestial—Da started it a little before my birth. It was supposed to be just a line of stones laid out to be a visual marker of the boundary, but we had a raiding party from Talis, led by Dragon Ancora, and Da decided to build the wall instead. It does give a pretty nice view of the surroundings. Mostly it’s to keep young pups from wandering.”

Her head cocked as a memory came back to her and she added, “I believe a pack called Threar once held a festival. Grandmother was pregnant with my Uncle Tornach and Aunt Baine when she attended. That was where my father won his first real spar. Novella and Frith Destruction held the festival if I remember Da’s story correctly.”

A pluck of a freshly finished braid brought her attention to Ayodele, who coughed apologetically before moving to another lock of hair, and Aurielle turned back to Shaye. “When would you like to set up our first trade as allies?”

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