Blossoms on the Tide

"Hello there." Iolaire had come upon the young wolf while out foraging for the first greenery of spring. "Mags, isn't it?" Sirius had told her of the girl, her name and somewhat of her background. The small, dark healer refused to call the girl by her full name. It was insulting and she wouldn't be a part of it.

Io noted the herbs the the young woman had collected. "Ahhh, Boneset. Nasty tasting stuff, but useful." She didn't know how extensive Mags knowledge of healing was, but she had been told that the girl was interested in learning more. "Do you know about it?" In her excitement at finding the earless fae inspecting herbs, she'd completely forgotten to introduce herself. "I'm Iolaire, by the way. Lead healer of the Armada and the much younger, cooler sister to Sirius." The woman grinned, one silver brow arched in mirth.