red fish, blue fish

*Lucretia* · 08-02-2019, 05:27 PM

She was so focused on fishing that she didn't notice Aiden until he opened his mouth. Lucretia turned, her eyes widened just a bit in surprise. He wasn't familiar, but he smelled strongly of pack. She had heard of the name he gave quite a bit - it seemed that Abaven was the largest pack in these lands, and plenty of wolves from it were attending the festival. Luce had smelled as much. Chuckling softly, she nodded. With how engrossed she was in monitoring Deathbelle's pregnancy, creating poultices and tonics, she supposed that she would stink of the stuff - especially to anyone with a nose for herbs.

"Yes, I am Ashen's only Shamyn," she replied, offering the male a reserved smile. It was always good to be chummy with other healers; knowledge was its own currency that could be traded or offered freely. "Well met, Aiden. My name is Lucretia Klein. I have been tending to my Empress closely as she navigates her first pregnancy, and so I've been mired in herbs for months now." Not to mention regular check-ups for the rest of the pack, vetting new members, and managing her own allergies. When she was in the thick of it, the work didn't seem overwhelming, but truthfully Luce had quite a bit on her plate. Spotting another fish out of the corner of her eye, she tried to snap it up.

Attempt #3

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