Royals
12-20-2013, 02:49 AM
Never in her life had she anticipated searching for herbs, let aloneg at the side of the Queen of her father's empire. Not that she particularly looked down on healers, she respected their craft but never in her life's whim would she pursue it as a choice of duties. She was a fighter. Never-the-less, she wasn't one to walk away from a task no matter how strange it was. When Sendoa placed the herb she was searching for in front of her, she bent down to inspect it. Sendoa was right when she said that she wouldn't be able to identify it be scent. The plant before her didn't see particularly distinguishable in any way. As the cobalt queen moved away, her violet eyes left the plant, lingering on the woman before drifting back to the plant. Quietly she would move, nosing among the plants, gently biting off similar plants as she found them, an what felt like a comfortable silence, at least to her, would descend. Nosing towards a bush of sorts, her mind slightly distracted, she didn't realize what she was nosing into. Leaping back suddenly, curses left her in a hissing breath. Eyes watered for a moment, before she shook her head coming back to look at the offender. Stinging nettle. Of course. Casually she looked up, wondering if Sendoa had heard her disturbance, and let out a sigh moving away from the plant. "Stinging nettle. How... this far north and with this accursed snow?!" She audibly complained, her tongue snaking from her jaws soothing her nose. She would move away from the area she had been searching, nosing among the edge of the herbed field, before pausing to look up at Sendoa a random question leaving her jaws before she had the good sense to shut them. "The blue wolf, Isardis's son.. I cannot help but remember that you to bare a similar appearance. Was he your son as well?" The white creature was curious, she hadn't asked lot of questions about the tensions in the land with her fathers home, but sometimes the questions that filled her head, needed answers and sought them, themselves. This was one of those times. Violet eyes would look up towards the queen, as she distractedly nosed through the plants before her, waiting for a reply. Speech, |
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