What to Expect

Walk | Talk | Think

A gentle, grateful smile graced the little white wolf's lips as this strange healer intoned her thoughts, feeling of a similar mind to her. Yes, healing was a gift that was to be shared with any and all who would listen. It was something to help, something that would never hurt to know, and something that might make all the difference in the end. Not to mention, it was a good way for those who didn't have the stomach or strength for battle to still make a difference in the lives around them. For this reason Mercianne was most happy doing her job. She was a meager hunter and even poorer warrior; healing and tending to those in need of care came so much more naturally and suited her patiently quiet but determined nature better than any other task.

It surprised her only a little that the other, one she presumed to be among the healers of the Valhalla, to know nothing of Soleil, though her explanation of being fairly new perhaps excused that. Mercianne had only happened upon the healer of the old Glaciem by chance at their time of meeting, still able to recall that day with clarity. It was one of the best memories she had of the wonderfully exuberant Asheni. "Maybe she still lives here then," Merci murmured with a quiet thoughtfulness, more to simply say something rather than for a specific purpose.

A little noise was given to announce the arrival of another wolf, an older female who first addressed the other Valhallan healer with a touch of authority that could not be missed. Mercianne watched the exchange with awkward curiosity, remembering herself how stressful and exciting it had been being in training. She almost missed it in comparison to the heavy weight of being the sole individual with the most healing knowledge available to her friends and comrades. But so long as she knew her gifts and could follow them through to the letter she intended to do what she could for her friends. Smiling gently once more, an incline of her head was given in respect to this female who named herself as Erani, the Lead Healer of the Valhalla. Wonderful! Though she had had every intention of speaking with Soleil it seemed just as lucky for her to get a chance to converse with another Lead Healer.

"Thank you," she answered with a growing smile, a touch of motherly pride etching itself there upon her face. The whole expectancy had her abuzz with nervous jitters but she couldn't wish things any other way. "I would love to know anything and everything you could tell me. From what to expect toward the end, how to tell when it's nearing time, what I can do and give to help... What might go wrong, and any way I can fix it." The last words drained a little of the sparkle from her expression as she muttered them, the severity of their weight and the responsibility of her position settling upon her shoulders heavily. It was not all happy thoughts that brought her here, the joyous miracle that both she and Ocena would experience. She needed to be ready for the worst, and accepting that of a friend, and possibly even herself, was difficult to do.