wasteland, baby

The sound of a voice, calling out his name. The male flinched instinctively, the water on his tongue dribbling back into the rapids. He knew before he felt the need to panic that it was Miss Shaye. He lifted his head, tongue receding behind his teeth. There she was, strolling towards him with a jovial gait. The onyx wisp smiled hesitantly, swallowing down his unease. Miss Shaye was good, she wouldn't hurt him. He was starting to get that part down. By the time she settled down by the riverbank, he had allowed his tail to wag gently against his heels. “Busy day?” she asked warmly. He bobbed his head a few times. He'd gotten quite a bit done.

"I've been testing my knowledge of the herbs that grow here," he replied softly. He was barely distinguishable from the rush of the water. He hobbled closer, settling down before Miss Shaye with a contented smile. "there's quite a few species of deadly plants here, you know. We ought to warn the children before they go out, that they shouldn't touch anything unfamiliar." he mused, mostly to himself than anything else. A spike of panic gripped him, sent alarm tripping down his spine. She'd come here for a reason, no doubt. And here he was, rambling on about his own business. Foolish worm, Grim growled at the back of his mind.

"What do you need, Miss Shaye?" he questioned softly, more assured that she could hear him now that they were closer together.