Winters Frost

*Malalia* · 05-15-2020, 04:31 PM

Thankfully the stranger was receptive, greeting Mal with a bright smile. Otherwise, what was a friendly young wolf to do? She returned with a toothy grin of her own. The small woman gestured to her jar, and Malalia took the opportunity to move nearer, stooping lower with twitching ears to eye the cluster of purple flowers. Her gaze then slid over to the jarred version, then.

She listened attentively as the stranger explained the herb's uses, ears flicking up with interest. It was still sort of surprising that a single plant could have so many different uses, and especially within a narrow field of medicine. "How long can it last jarred like that? Do you have to dry it out first, or can you just store it as is?" she queried.

"Oh! Sorry! I'm Malalia," she laughed. She sometimes got a bit distracted that she skipped formalities altogether. When the stranger, Riva, asked if she was interested in healing, her tail began to wave behind her. "I am. I'm training to be a healer-warrior for the Ashen Armada. My pack isn't too far from here," she explained, gesturing back towards the border at the plains. "Where are you coming from?" she asked conversationally. Riva didn't seem to have a pack scent on her.

Mal tilted her head slightly. "Is there anything I could help you with?" Of course, any "help" she could offer would probably benefit her more than Riva, but hey, it couldn't hurt to ask.

"Speech"

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