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*Riva* · (This post was last modified: 02-28-2019, 01:47 AM by Riva.)

He meet her eyes with his, and she glanced up into his duo-tones irises, pausing for a moment to offer the handsome wolf a grin, a grin that turned into a laugh when she realised the meaning behind his words. She had gotten so caught into her craft, that hours had gone by and neither of them had taken pains to introduce herself. Hannibal was showing himself to be the one with manners of the two of them. “Hannibal, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Riva… Nightingale.” she was always a little reluctant to give away her last name. She had been born an orphan, and was still piecing together her heritage. All she knew was that she didn’t like what she had found so far. She had been raised with rigid structure by a healer, who hadn’t been gentle on her, and had pushed as much healing knowledge as she could into the young woman before abandoning her at one year of age.

His sudden words of outrage caught her by surprise, and she jumped a little, her attention flying back to his leg with a gasp. Thats was distractions did for her! Dammit. She began scrubbing at his leg, taking off the sunblock coating she had placed there, her own heart hammering. Expression was wiped from her features, leaving them blank. She grabbed for a paste that contained stinging nettle leaves and orange peel. Instead of in a jar, this was carefully packed into a leaf, which she whipped out now and began to place on the infected area. She padded down the skin with it, before turning back to Hannibal, her expression still carefully natural. “Open your mouth” she instructed, she needed to see how bad of a reaction he was having.

"Speech"

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