Fate is a cruel mistress

Tonights the night

Liz had her fair share of hardships. She grew up in a wasteland without much of a childhood. Yet still she seemed to remain optimistic though she knew it occured to her that others went through a hard time. A healer of Valhalla, she wanted to treat the mental as well as the physical. She heard rumors among them that a wolf named Nolan was gone. As far as she knew Baine was close to this wolf. Not to mention Aslaug also seemed to be going through a tough time. When the white wolf stumbled on the two of them she smiled wagging her tail. Benson was sleeping in her fur snuggled down as only his yellow face seemed to shine through her fur.

"Afternoon Baine... Aslaug." their moods didn't seem the best. Liz decided to sit only a few feet away from Baine. "I hear that these days are really gloomy despite the whether." she didn't want to press them if they didn't want to talk. However, having someone to lean on and able to share your words with... that was sometimes a great help. While she could perscribe them a few herbs to help their moods sometimes only working through it helped.

MADE BY MINNIE of BTN