ardent

trouble in my bloodstream



Álarr

Avalon
Beta

Master Fighter (330)

Master Healer (246)

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age
8 Years
gender
Male
gems
823
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
542
player
lunarcat7

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Promptober 2019
12-23-2021, 06:38 AM

Álarr nodded lightly at the child's question before realizing the automatic gesture was not at all helpful. He sighed softly. "I did my best but I too fell ill." He wished dearly he could've done more for Valdís and Ásvor but the harsh reality was that healers were not invincible, nor were they miracle workers. Any healer worth their salt had experienced the loss of a patient. It was a part of the process and the experienced gained no matter how much it might hurt.

"It's nice to meet you raven. If you like you're welcome to walk with me. I was out to gather some healing herbs." He wasn't sure if the boy was interested in healing but perhaps he'd like to get up and move around a bit. Granted Álarr didn't know the first thing about guiding a blind pup but at least the range was fairly flat.