ardent

Before the seasons change

Ciaran



Briar

The Hallows
Lady of Cinder

Master Fighter (245)

Master Intellectual (240)

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age
6 Years
gender
Female
gems
475
size
Large
build
Light
posts
721
player
Shelby

How many times do I have to teach you a lesson?! Ooh La LaSamhain 2022LegendaryPride - DemisexualTeacher
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01-24-2023, 11:11 PM
A little grin tugged at her lips as she watched Ciaran contemplate their next direction, her son enthusiastically deciding that they should head left. She looked up and peered down the path that lead through thicker, more vibrant foliage and nodded, giving him one more glance with a soft chuckle. "Left it is! Lead the way, my little adventurer!" She gestured with one tawny paw for Ciaran to go on ahead of her and she kept an eye on the path ahead of them as she followed closely behind so that he could choose their path but she could make sure that where he was heading was a safe one and she could easily pull him back if needed. The garden over all was a pretty pleasant and safe place to be, but anywhere not claimed by the pack always had the chance of having some kind of predator or some other wolf with more nefarious intentions lurking around. Briar wasn't the type to think danger was around every corner, but she knew better than to not be at least a little cautious outside of the borders of her home–especially when one of her children were in the mix.

Gradually they wound their way through the twisting and turning paths of the God's Garden, passing by overgrown bushes and plants of all kinds and passing over broken and cracked stone paths. Some of the stepping stones and paths were more whole than others, some clearly showing their age while others were perhaps more sheltered by nearby trees or shrubbery. "Would you like to pick some herbs and flowers to take back to your aunt Gwyn while we're out here?" she asked, nodding to a patch of marigolds that was flowering just off of their path. "I'm sure she would love a bundle of those." She didn't know enough about healing to call herself a healer, but she still remembered a few basics and some of the more well known herbs from when she was a pup and Marigold had done a valiant effort at teaching her those kinds of things so she could at least spot some of the more distinctive plants like the bright orange-hued flowers.

"Briar Carpathius"