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A Little Something Extra... as a treat

Resin/Io



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
05-03-2020, 04:12 AM



Asgeira won Iolaire over quickly. It seemed as though both ladies shared a similar sense of humor. Usually her snark and wit was lost on other wolves and, honestly, sometimes things felt a little dull with her packmates. This exchange though... it gave the woman life. Ylva shot another quip at her companion and Io chuckled again, shaking her head. The pair was quite charming.

When the pale woman admitted what she was looking for, Iolaire's green and gold eyes lit up with interest. It seemed as though they had a lot to talk about. She couldn't help her grin from widening. Poisons. She actually found someone that wanted to talk about poisons. Behind her, the dark fae's silver tail swished back and forth languidly. It wasn't a full on wag, but it did show her complete pleasure at the thought. If they were going to have a lengthy conversation, then they might as well get comfortable.

"Come," she spoke as she rose to her paws again. "Won't you both join me for lunch? We can discuss wondrous fungi while we eat." With a pull of her skull, Io motioned for Asgeira to follow. She stopped to grab her hefty pack from the front of the cart before scanning the area for a suitable place. Not too far was a flat of grass beneath one of the expansive willows. That would do just fine. Opposable thumbs made unhitching the caribou a cinch and the woman released Ila to graze before heading beneath the willow.

Once beneath the hanging branches, Iolaire settled down and opened her pack. She removed some dried, seasoned meat that she'd sliced into bite sized pieces. She also removed one of her treasures; a sealed clay container filled with preserved strawberries. In addition, there were dried apples and figs. With a little feast spread out before them, Iolaire shot a mischievous glance at the pale woman. "So, poisons interest you, eh? Meeeeee too." She didn't hide her pleasure. There was no need.
"Speech"


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