The Art of Healing

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mercianne

Walk | Talk | Think

The excitement and exuberance that Asheni exuded seemed to be leaking across the distance between them and slowly funneling into Merci, the self same brightness about her company working itself into her very being. She found her smile growing just slightly wider, the withheld enthusiasm in her eyes becoming more open and visible, as she relaxed and allowed herself to the enjoy the good nature of the healer. Was this part of her gift, being able to adjust the mood levels of an individual just as well as she could their health? If it was, Mercianne was eager to learn of her tricks. She knew her skills as a hunter were minimal at best, and her skills as a warrior nonexistent, but with healing she felt a strong potential and hoped to at least excel in one useful skill to assist her pack and ensure that she pulled her weight among the ranks.

She asked with great interest in the creamy white wolf's stay thus far in the Glaciem, and since this question had already been posed to her once Mercianne's answer came more readily though with no greater certainty than before. "I can't say for sure," she replied sheepishly, wondering if it was common for wolves of her pack to keep count of how long they had been a part of their current group, "but a few months, I think." It was the best she could offer at the moment, her acceptance into the pack still a bit of a mystery to her as well. Crusade had accepted her personally, but despite the encouraging hospitality she had never really made herself known among them, not, at least, until they had nearly lost their lives after their escape from their old home.

To the little fluffy wolf's delight, Asheni quickly confirmed her statement regarding being a healer, and even went on to label herself as the pack's Lead Medic. Having not expected such an admission, Merci's dark brown eyes widened considerably. What luck! Of all the wolves that she could have spoken to about her wish to learn the art of healing, of all the wolves that could have possibly helped her, this one was absolutely the go-to on the subject, and she had been lucky enough just to happen upon her entirely by accident and coincidence. Unbidden, her tail wagged just a fraction faster for a short space of time, her excitement too much for her not to have it manifest itself in some obvious display.

But suddenly all of her questions, all of her curiosities about the subject bombarded her at once, causing her to be tongue tied and unsure what she should mention first. Was it a difficult skill to learn? Would it take very long to learn it? Did they have everything they needed inside their home? Was it hard trying to tell the plants apart? Was it often that their skills were required? Was it any less tiring and trying on the body as hunting or defending? Through the muddled mess of questions, one broke forth and claimed itself as the most important, but also the most frightening. Her hopes, her dreams, could very well have crashed and burned if the answer was anything but positive. So when Mercianne did finally manage to ask, the weight of her words causing her head to lower with uncertainty, her eyes to shine expectantly, her voice dropped in volume and sounded more timid than it had when she had introduced herself. "Can I learn to heal?"