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how the birds feel



Legacy

Loner

Intermediate Healer (30)

Intermediate Navigator (50)

age
6 Years
gender
Female
gems
358
size
Small
build
Light
posts
60
11-23-2021, 12:02 AM (This post was last modified: 11-23-2021, 12:04 AM by Legacy. Edited 1 time in total.)
Legacy Ancora

It was almost shocking that someone could be so care free amid all the insanity and malady of the winter and then the spring. The man laughed easily, and Legacy gave a soft chuckle, shaking her head faintly. “Coincidence. I was here in the early part of winter for a party for yearlings. I made it into the fighting finals melee, even. I’m still not sure how I kept winning up to that point. I’m trained in fighting, but it’s not my calling.”

She drew herself up, eyes scanning again, contemplating his question. What was she up to, here? Looking for a magical plant that would cure her packmates? Gods, was her mother and the Chapter alright? Her chest tightened, squeezing the breath from her lungs, and she stepped back from the emotion. She would have to run to see them once she was back with Valhalla.

“Searching for a cure, I guess. I joined my father’s pack shortly after you and I explored the Dancefloor, a few days after. It was already planned. It’s been lovely, truly lovely there… But then this all hit… And now… there’s a strange plague. And I’ve never seen anything like it. My father told me of one that swept through long ago, but wolves were weeping tears of blood not—not this. And members of Valhalla have caught a strain of it. From what I hear, we aren’t the only pack. It sounds like all the packs I know of, that our beta’s owl has flown over… has some sort of version.”

She let her haunches settle, tail flopping as she stared at the river, and the bloody crystals and mushrooms and blue fireflies all around them. “I’m only a yearling, and this is something way over my head in terms of experience in healing.”

She was wholly unaware of his internal reaction, but it felt good to vent. She’d been trying to remain strong for her father, even though she knew, deep down, that he wouldn’t hate her for breaking down and crying if she needed to. She had no qualms about admitting that she was in over her head. She had no experience in plagues. Her Chapter hadn’t come across any in her life with them.



Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think


Legacy speaks with a heavy Irish brogue type accent, but is perfectly understandable as she tends to speak clearly and enunciates well.

Legacy is nearly always clad in her Deer Hide Armor when on outings, mainly because you never know when you'll find an herb to take home. Unless stated otherwise, it's relatively safe to assume she's wearing it.