Stopping to sip the red wine

N/A · 12-05-2013, 12:17 AM

The small russet woman had been searching for an herb nearby, her lightly swollen belly swayed as she moved through the neighboring lands, searching for an herb, that she had vaguely remembered her mentor telling her about. She knew the herb resided in the West, in Valhalla, having seen it there before when she tended to the grey warrior of the pack. Before resorting to consorting with the declared enemies, she would scour every inch of the north, until she had no other option. By luck and chance the sound of a scuffle and the reprimand of a familiar voice drew her attention, and she moved towards the sound, arriving at the edge of the scene just in time to hear the invitation of Isardis.

Golden pools came to rest on the tawny colored woman that he pale king had been speaking too, and her glance darted to the black male, who smelled of Glaciem, though she hadn't met him. She didn't wonder what had happened here, frankly she didn't care. The lady the king had focused his attention on, was injured and in definite need of the healer, he had promised her. Stepping forward, she came up beside her king, her eyes leaving the injured woman, coming to rest on him. "Isardis." She offered a greeting, her head turning, her gaze resting on the strange dame. A glance between the woman, and her king would leave her and she would move forward, slowly approaching the woman, her voice leaving her calmly. "Hello, miss. My name is Eris, I am a healer of Glaciem." Pausing in her words she would glance at the pale king, as if asking his approval, before continuing. "May I?" She asked with a slight nod towards her wounds, a question that was meant for the dame and her king. A few paces away she would wait, for their answer before continuing.

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