Queens of the Ancient [AW Event]

It seemed that even though she walked among the living, she was most definitely a ghost. As Amorielle moved to touch her, Erani felt nothing, and she swallowed the pang of sadness, smiling gently and a little apologetically as her great-great-granddaughter spoke and went to gather her dropped supplies, before the Healer’s ears flicked forward, listening as Amory described the maladies going on.

“I’m sure you’ll have been taught about the Weeping Plague?” Given her daughter, grandson, and Aurielle’s own love for history and its lessons, she doubted the Spirit would have left that history lesson out, especially with at least one healer in the litter.

“Back when your grandmother Surreal was a yearling or perhaps two, a plague swept the lands. Wolves wept tears of blood, had hallucinations, fevers, and many died. There was a cure found eventually, thankfully…” And then Viridian had stabbed the backs of the very pack she’d helped save. And Erani hadn’t been able to win that fight. She’d lived with the guilt of not being able to keep her pack from being scattered like leaves on a harsh wind.

Her eyes scanned the plains and she asked, “Would you be willing to show me a patient? My knowledge may be antiquated, but sometimes there are clues from the past that help in the present or future.”