Waiting on the sky to change

The unfamiliar plant was strange. He knew he had smelled something else with a scent this strong… but he couldn’t recall what that plant was either. He looked up, ears pricking as he saw the femme from before approaching. His green gaze read her body language, his own remaining relaxed as he saw that her posture was friendly. “I did…?” Gavroche asked with surprise. Had she been looking for the plant that he’d stumbled upon? Was she another young healer? Oh! If she was looking for this plant than she would know what it was.

“There are a few small wolves in my family, though I’m of the smallest.” Gav smiled. Trixy was also as small as he was. “As far as I know though, the only other wolf in our pack to have had wings was my grandfather.” It wasn’t a common mutation by any means. She introduced herself as Atreyu and her companion as Bigs, mentioning the plant as sage. His gaze flicked back to it.

“Gavroche,” He said, introducing himself first. “You say this is called sage? Yes, yes, come gather some! But… will you tell me what it’s used for? I’ve never come across this plant before.” His gaze flicked back to the fae, curiosity in his eyes.

"Speech," 'Thought.'