i'm still healing these wounds
03-01-2020, 12:03 PM
Aggie and Ylva had woken to a morning well underway and began traveling later than intended, following the stream roughly northward in search of new herbs and interesting sites. They paused briefly for water and then once more as Aggie caught herself a fat game hen. The brief rest they took while she ate her prize was enough to revitalize the pair, and neither was keen to stop again even after the sun had set. Night brought an almost ethereal bliss to the grasslands here. The sky was clear and dark overhead, an the warm summer wind had cooled somewhat but rustled amongst the grass all the same. Aggie found herself letting her eyes fall shut for several lengths when she knew the path was straight and clear ahead of her, letting her mind drift along with their hissing whispers. The air was rich with the smell of soil and grasses warmed by the bygone sunlight. A peacefulness such as this could be felt deep within her soul, and Aggie found herself soothed. Ylva seemed similarly affected. The red panda perched atop her shoulders in her usual stance was unusually quiet and tame, content to hunker down with her thoughts. They passed several hours in quiet contemplation, no goal or destination in mind. It wasn't until Aggie caught sight of a resting figure ahead that her paws slowed to a stop. It was a shadowy figure, canine for sure and nearabouts her size. Beyond that Aggie couldn't glean much, except that it was still and quiet. She wavered a moment, unsure if it would be better to leave the stranger to their business or announce herself, so as not to startle or alarm them if her passage was noticed. As Aggie was hardly shy of social interaction, she opted for the latter. The healer cleared her voice, a low and subtle sound, just enough to make her presence known and hopefully not such a jarring sound that it would startle. She walked a length or two closer before sitting down herself, still a good ways away. She didn't want the stranger to feel as if she was trying to close the gap between them or cause her any harm. And it was a her, Aggie could tell that much by now. Dark pelt without much adornment, not old and yet not young either. A fascinating specimen, if she were to venture an opinion. "Good evening," she began, then cast her gaze skyward towards the stars. "It's a lovely night. I don't mean to disturb you, I was just headed upstream and didn't want to startle you. I myself am not a fan of unusual rustlings in the tall grass if I can't put a face to the sound." She flashed the other woman a tight smile, genuine but bland. The sort of smile lent to a stranger. She wanted to ask if the woman was alright; her ears had been pinned when she'd first sighted her. Then again it seemed a bit invasive given that she didn't even know the shewolf's name, and had every intention of passing on through, perhaps never seeing her again. It wasn't as if she was bleeding out, and there was only so much a healer could do, right? "Talk" "Listen" Think |
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