Games at the border
Malalia
05-13-2020, 09:22 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-13-2020, 09:22 PM by Malalia.)
Though she didn't know him well, she frowned lightly to hear of Indigo's plight. He didn't know that most plants died off in the colder seasons? The leaves changing colors, it wasn't just a pretty sight to see. Although... she realized that the pups hadn't even experienced a full change of seasons. This would be their first winter, wouldn't it? She huffed softly, remembering her wonder at the first few snows.
Mal rolled her eyes at Mortis' comment. "Life isn't fair. Surely someone's told you that by now, haven't they?" But her tone was humorous and without malice as they picked along the border. Perhaps the young one had a bitter relationship with that idiom, but it was forgotten for the moment as the young wolves padded on.
Soon enough, though, he was leading him to Bird's tiny garden. Her ears flattened at the side of graying, decaying herbs, much of the place encrusted with ice, and she couldn't help but feel for Indy. It was sad, to see the life draining out of the garden like this. But as Mortis pointed out, it wasn't all gone. "Lavender," she said, indicating a plant with a purple clump of flowers on its head. It grew well on the dry soil here, and was still clinging to life. "And marigold," she said, gesturing to the bright yellow flowerheads a bit farther away. They seemed to be faring worse, the little flowerheads shriveled and minuscule, but the dried petals would still be useful. "Motherwort, too." Her head raised over to Mortis.
"Do you know anything about herbs or healing?" she asked curiously. The rambunctious boy seemed the fighting sort, but then again, so was she.
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