Pot Head

It wasn’t very often that her presence was specifically requested, but when the snow leopard appeared to her she felt a warmth grow under her fur. Iolaire. She’d met with the woman a couple of times now and she couldn’t deny she enjoyed the dainty healer’s presence. Rhythm was invited out to the hot springs and she didn’t hesitate to go forth.

A sweet smile played on her silver marked lips as she slowly made her way out to the springs. She was slow going, and by the time she appeared Io had fully prepared the area for their craft. Rhythm smelled the fire quite a ways out and as she appeared made a bee line for the warmth. Winter was the hardest season for the ancient she wolf, her arthritis made her movements stiff and painful. The cold intensified the feeling so having the warmth of the fire gave her relief.

”Io, it’s a pleasure.” She said warmly as her unseeing gaze tried to find Iolaire’s form. She was warmed and honored that the Armada woman thought to invite her here. ”I have a suspicion that this is a little more than a social call?” She asked softly as she made herself comfortable next to the fire.