It was nice to be with someone that she felt vaguely comfortable around. She knew Novel shared her passion for herbs and for healing; many wolves found such things a bit strange and even uninteresting. Yet Ara could hardly fathom not having some interest in healing -- for what was greater than healing illness and soothing pain? She had taken this path at a young age, and had devoted herself to learning as much as she could. She had always been dutiful and diligent to her studies, even though her parents had never so much as pressured her to take this path in life. Of course, they encouraged her to do what she loved, and nothing more or less.
She couldn't help but stare into the depths of the spring. They were so alluring to her; but then again, she was easily enraptured by the world's beauty. Even when she had first met Novel, she'd been awed by the massive willow trees, even choosing to take a small branch home to her father for him to see. Her parents were her world -- and it was hard to admit they weren't doing well. "It's okay," she started softly, her words guarded. "They are not sick, they are just tired. I worry about them." The winter would be tough on them, she was certain. "I'm sure they would appreciate your company." She would, too, in all honesty -- she turned again to Novel, smiling gently.
Novel spoke then of the births she had helped with. Ara was interested, and her face spoke plainly of her curiosity. It was amazing that so many children were being born in Ludicael. How lucky! Yet, she still wasn't sure she would be able to deal with such a thing. "Seracia has a few healers," she began. She had offered to be a lead healer, but her request had been ignore. She understood she did not have much experience, but she couldn't help but feel disappointed. Her skills were impressive for a yearling, she was certain of that. "I guess I don't feel comfortable showing my skills to many though, unless they request something of me." It seemed the Kingdom had little need for her most of the time, and she preferred helping her parents most of the time anyway. The girl shrugged gently. "The former Queen, Loccian, was helping train me. But she had not been well, so I mostly keep to myself now." It was why she traveled alone so frequently, why she had gone to Ebony, why she kept coming back to this area of Alacritis -- she preferred to do her own thing. She felt she had little to contribute to the already flourishing Seracia. Her demeanor shifted as she spoke, a bit of sadness crossing her features for a split second before she forced it away. "I don't know what I will do without my parents, Novel." It was a moment of weakness, one she didn't show most, even her siblings.. and she regretted speaking as soon as the words left her lips. She was used to thinking to herself, certainly not thinking aloud to others..
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