This Angel Has No Wings...

*Erani* · 07-16-2013, 12:23 AM

Erani

Erani padded along a path, tail swaying, head lowered to peruse the greenery in search of herbs to add to her stock pile. As the lead healer in Valhalla, she kept her herbal stockpile well packed and never passed up a chance to go a gathering. Silken white pelt rippled over her form, as deep blue pools picked out plants and her teeth nipped stems. She gathered each harvested plant into her jaws, gently so as not to bruise them. In her mind, she played the name and uses game, naming each plant, and it?s uses to herself, keeping the knowledge sharp and close to the surface.

She kept her ears on alert, listening to the surroundings for danger or company, And on occasion she glanced up to make sure that she wasn?t going to run into anything. She noted the willows ahead with a smile. Willow was excellent for pain, among other things. She altered her course to make her way to the trees. She was low on this particular plant. She paused, however, as a new scent brushed her nose. Taking a breath, she analyzed the smell. Female, young, but mature. Her ears pulled forward a moment, before curiosity won and she made her way forward. The scent led her to one of the willows, and she gently nosed the draping curtain of slender leafed branches aside. The female came into view, small, dark. Sad.

Deep blue pools studied the female steadily, before she stepped forward. ?Good evening.? Her gentle voice was a Scottish and British mixture, lilting velvet. Expression friendly, she settled within the curtain of the willow branches, ears pricked with interest.

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