Trade Tirade

The wind played with her silver flecked fur as the old woman waited at the border of Winterfell’s lands. She lingered for only a few moments, small shiveres were ignored at the cold spring breeze. Rhythm could only go by scent when the stranger approached, a she wolf and she smelled of herbs. This was certainly a healer as well. The old Destruction smiled softly and did her best to hide the chill that held up in her old bones. Existence was painful for the old wolf but she covered it well enough.

Rhythm had been without her sight for a long time, for longer than she had lived with it. She had to adapt, and while she wouldn’t say she was stronger for it she was still alive. She could still perform her duties though she was slower these days she was still proficient enough. Her nose still worked. She smiled softly as the stranger halted before her. The woman’s words were brief but informative to the travelling woman.

”Hello, Drifa.” She offered kindly while lowering her head. Her cloudy stare didn’t focus on the healer but she looked in the general direction. ”My name is Rhythm, I am a healer as well.” She explained softly, her voice nowhere near as strong as it once was. ”I came to Winterfell in search of help.” Rhythm went on to say, giving her reason for being there to begin with. ”I am travelling and the chill has affected me more than I expected. I wondered if you had a fur to trade for a bit of knowledge.”

Rhythm gave her suggestion and wondered if Drifa would accept. She didn’t sound like a young woman, and if she was any kind of healer she would likely be eager for some kind of lesson. Rhythm had been around for a long time, surely she could give something useful to the experienced healer.

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