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The Last Point of Helplessness



Irilyth

Loner

Master Healer (240)

Expert Intellectual (190)

An icon representing the specialty Field Medic Field Medic

age
8 Years
gender
Female
gems
0
size
Small
build
Light
posts
84
player
Joe

Pride - Bisexual
12-27-2022, 10:25 PM

Alias Island was an abundant bounty of herbs! It was one of the greatest reasons why Irilyth appreciated the lands Manea had chosen for their home so much. Anything they could ever need grew either on the island or just off it on the mainland, and those rarer herbs that didn't flourish up north were only a short trade away with their allies in the south. As a healer, this place was a veritable paradise of untapped resources. Irilyth was returning to the medical den with a bundle of said resources clutched in her mouth, the practiced healer carrying an assortment of medicinal herbs she had foraged from the pine woods of the island back to dry and store for the coming winter. Elysium was in no means hurting for resources, but given how harsh and unforgiving some of the northern winters had been, it was better to be safe than sorry.

Approaching the den, Iri was immediately struck by the fresh scent lingering by the mouth of the cave. Even with the herbs held in her mouth, the smell of fresh puppy was a distinct and recognizable smell. One of Manea's children must have been by. With a bit of growing concern, the tiny golden lady stepped into the den and spotted the unexpected visitor investigating a pile of herbs she'd laid out to dry earlier in the day. The shadow and fire coat was distinctly reminiscent of her sire's, and Irilyth knew all at once which pup this was. "Hello, Mariah," she greeted the child with dulcet tones, eyes scrunching as she smiled around the bundle of herbs. "Don't worry, those ones won't hurt you. I keep all the dangerous ones well out of reach of puppy paws."

Irilyth brought the fresh herbs over to the stone she used for drying them, setting them down upon the smooth surface and beginning to spread them out and sort through them with practiced and nimble paws. "Is it time for another checkup already?" she teased the small girl, casting a playful smirk to the littlest Mendacium. Did her mother know she was down here? Alastor most certainly didn't know, or she would have been flayed alive for being near the Elysian princess.

"Irilyth"