High High Hopes

*Malalia* · 04-20-2020, 04:42 PM

Malalia

The yearling bit back the urge to snort at herself. 'Very nice,' Io had said. And perhaps it was. But to say that Malalia felt out of her depth here would be an understatement. 'She barely knows me, though....' It wasn't as if the woman had anything to gain from lying to her. And as little as she felt knew, it was still something. Her shoulders eased down, bereft of a little tension, and she padded after Iolaire into the stone den.

Rows of herbs lined the walls, and Malalia padded closer to them, her eyes sliding curiously over every container. "That's a lot of herbs," she murmured, almost inaudibly. She wondered how long it had taken the woman to build her store, if there were even more herbs that couldn't fit here. As if in answer, new light streamed into cottage where the small woman had pulled aside a curtain, indicating the garden. The girl nodded quickly at her words—"Absolutely!" As for questions, Mal had about a million of them, starting with identifying every one of those containers, but then came the question about bandages.

Malalia thought for a beat. "I haven't prepared them myself, but I've watched her use strips of moss as a bandage. Sometimes she would soak them in something before applying them to a wound." Her brows furrowed, ears pulling back. "Is that one of them? I don't know what the other would be..."

"Speech"

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