ardent

Rotten to Me

Odette/Bird in particular



Iolaire

Somnium

Master Healer (250)

Master Intellectual (250)

An icon representing the specialty Professor Professor

age
10 Years
gender
Female
gems
100
size
Small
build
Light
posts
787
player
Res2

Silver Medal 2020Christmas 2019Trick 2019Promptober 2019
01-06-2020, 10:33 AM



The man was one of few words, it seemed, giving only a short, clipped name in response. Again that brow arched before she turned her attention to the woman who immediately launched into 'ladies', apologies and manners. 'Lady Iolaire'... Laughter bubbled up in the small dame and she gave her head a shake. "No, no, no." Still chuckling, Io moved to a sitting position, shaking the water from her toes as she did so. "Io will do. Titles are such silly things." A grin tugged at the corners of her maw. "As if words mean something." Lifting one paw, she gestured to the silent man. "This one could claim to be Sultan of the Oasis. Wouldn't make it true. Wouldn't make it false. So, just Io, if you please."

After giving her name as Odette, the polite fae agreed that she needed tending to. With a nod, Iolaire pulled her pack close. Sliding her maw inside, she pulled out the shell of a baby turtle covered with a piece of cured doeskin. "This," she explained as she peeled the skin away to expose the thick cream beneath, "is for healing external abrasions. Just a simple salve mixed with a bit of honey, beeswax, a few herbs and some oils." Coming close to Odette, Iolaire set to work, her dainty paws working deftly over the wounds in a very practiced manner. She smoothed a thin layer of the salve upon each scratch mark. As she worked, she spoke softly since they were in such close proximity. "Best get that cat in line. We can't have the Queen's Handmaiden looking a frightful mess, now can we? Sirius might very well eat it." She joked, a grin on her blackened maw.

Once satisfied that each abrasion was seen to, Iolaire settled back to inspect her work. She nodded once before replacing the skin upon the little dish of ointment and sliding it back into her multi-pocketed pack. Sitting on her haunches, back straight, the tri-colored woman rubbed the remnants of the ointment into her sore paw pads. "If either of you are keen to learn the healing arts, it would be wise to find or craft a container to keep with you always. In case of emergencies, in case you should find something useful on your travels." She gave her trusty pack a little pat before settling her paws down in the sand again.

Io has a dwarf caribou companion and a snow leopard companion. Assume they aren't with her unless stated otherwise.