A Fresh Beginning

It seemed as though the young girl hardly blinked as she watched Bhaire with obvious curiosity and delight. She would mentally store the image of the plant this man was seeking, though she was not oblivious to the fact that he seemed somewhat surprised by her admission of ignorance. Her blue eyes would sparkle and glimmer with awe at his short tale. "I have not heard of herbs that thrive in such cold places," she admitted softly. While she knew that many plants grew best in varying humidity, and in different kinds of soils, it seemed most flourished in the sunlight and the warmth. But Ara knew she had so much yet to learn.

And yet he continued to speak on of his true passion, of gods and such things. Things she had very little interest in. Her father had told her that there were no gods. That the things that ought to be worshiped were living things, like the tall willow trees that she adored so deeply, and the sun that rose in the sky each night. But she would hold her tongue, pondering as Bhaire spoke to Novel once again. She suddenly felt like she was intruding a bit, and she would stiffen slightly as she looked away, eyes dancing over the distant horizon. "I can leave you two alone, if you want," she suggested gently. If it was a lesson meant for only members of Novel's pack, she would not feel right staying -- but she would certainly not depart if her company was desired.