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In the past Ásvor wouldn't have been thrilled at the idea of company, but it seemed she was growing soft as she aged. As she noticed a stranger in the corner of her vision, she found herself rather indifferent as to whether he joined her or not. After a short while he seemed to make his decision and began his approach, though thankfully for them both he maintained a respectful difference. Though Ásvor was becoming less and less hostile as she aged, she still didn't appreciated being caught unawares, nor her personal space intruded upon. He did neither, and she found himself already moving onto her list of tolerable wolves. He was young enough, anyway - probably still just finding his place in the world. She remembered being that way, so long ago now. "Sure. Come and sit, if you'd like," Ásvor gestured to her opposite side, to the space unoccupied by her little bundle of herbs. "I was lucky enough to get this beehive down without much of a struggle. I was thinking of trying to harvest some of the honey inside," she explained lightly. She could go on further, if he needed more clarification - she twisted her head slightly to gauge his reaction. "Some of these herbs I have over here taste dreadful on their own. I was thinking maybe I could try to mix them - at least honey tastes good. Might make them go down more easily," Ásvor explained with a soft laugh. Some of the herbs were more recreational than medicinal, though now that Ulfr had entered her life she found herself considering his health above all other things. If he became sick, what would she need - and how the hell would she force him to eat bitter, awful-tasting herbs? Well, this was her method of figuring that out. Spring, Year 15 - Healing Seasonal Words: 306 Total: 918 |
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