Plants and Potions

Scald could not be considered a homebody. He preferred the wistfulness he felt as he traversed the lands of Boreas. A feeling of bubbling anticipation lingered in him as he awaited his sister to be ready to depart from home. As any good brother, he would be patient. He wouldn't push her. If she needed time, he would give it to her. For the time being though, he would not linger. Rather instead, he moved north of home to the grove that lingered at the base of the volcano. It had been awhile since he had been here and the beauty of the blossoms in spring was a sight to behold.

Taking his time, as he did, he wasn't surprised to have the scent of someone else reach him. Pausing a moment, he let his heterochromatic gaze lazily glance around the white and pink grove. There he sees the girl, only slightly older than himself, looking at a plant. Hmm, a healer? Scald wouldn't admit that he was like his father, but in that moment, he was curious. He wanted to talk to her. Shoot his shot, if you will.

Approaching casually, he alerted his presence with a quiet chuff. Once he was within a few feet, just a couple of trees away, he leaned against one and trained his gaze on her with one brow raised. "Whatcha lookin' at?" Scald asks, his lazy tones deepened now that he is considered an adult.

RAISE A LIL' HELL