Concerning Mint and Druids
07-31-2013, 09:52 AM
Cut me loose
My parachute won't let me fall Don't be afraid of a chance for a miracle
Orica cocked her head like a curious bird at the sight of this stranger. She liked the little start on his forehead, and she loved his eyes! Her mother had different colored eyes - red and blue - so it had become something that she liked to see in others. Just recently Orica's own eyes had been opened to the dangers of the world that were just waiting out there - seeming as normal as any other wolf, but that said, she still couldn't help but trust her instincts. And her instincts told her that this male was not a threat to her. His lovely voice only added to that idea. Her bit, white fluffed ears swiveled forward at the sound of such music. Ooh, she could listen to stories told in that voice all day. "Hello," she replied sweetly to his greeting. But then a growl caught her attention and she looked over at her cousin. "Do take it easy, Cross." She said in a gentle, sisterly tone. "No sense in being rude." She was pleased to see that he listened. Of course she was thankful to have him along. Traveling by twos was so much smarter and more comfortable. She was glad to have someone so tough watching her back, but she didn't see the world as just one mass of dangers - she saw the beauty and possible friendships too. This particular possiblity was very polite. He even called her ma'am! How silly! It was enough to make the little ten month old giggle under her breath. And he complimented her bag! Orica glanced at it and back to the grown male. She liked him already. "Oh it's wonderful," she said with enthusiasm. It was amazing how much good healing stock she could fit in it. It meant that she could store things for winter and not just depend on stash caves or random patches. And rare herbs that she came across she could hoarde like nothing else. At the moment she was still building up her store, but she was already quite proud of her bag. "I found it on the Vetrans Plateau. There's all sorts of old two-leg things there - though some of them are quite dangerous, I think." "You wouldn't happen to be a healer, would you?" Orica bobbed her head happily. "Well I've been training to be one ever since I was little, and I've already managed to help a couple people." She was being modest. She was a prodigy. Her head was full of enough herbal lore to make a book. Her last 'help' had been bringing an unconscious wolf back from the edge of the grave after he'd had his belly split open by moose hooves. But it wasn't false modesty or anything. Orica had been raised on the tales of very great healers and she knew she had a long way to go before she was like them. Though maybe not as long as she thought. |