Another day, Another lesson

The man could not tell if Callisto knew that he had been staring at her, and if she did he wondered if she already knew why he had been staring. Instead of questioning her, he would silently question himself as he acknowledged her nod to his answer. In his own reply he would give a nod of his own and move his paw from the Psilocybin to the Salvia, the sixth plant in line. His maw would open and facts would flow from him. "Salvia is used as a hallucinogenic, it can be used to produce a mild euphoria, as an anti-anxiety her, as a sleep aid, or as an appetite stimulant. Overuse can cause insomnia and addiction. Salvia grows in airy, dry soils and requires little water. It is an uncommon plant though not nearly as difficult to find as the Psilocybin and the Jimson weed."

Again the man's voice would stop and his mouth would close to once again reveal the smile that always seemed to be on his face during a lesson. Only this time rather that staring at his student he would glance up from the Salvia to see if she had any questions and then he would look back down at the plants. Though his eyes were not on her his ears would be perked and listening for her to ask anything that may come to her mind. Well, listening as well as his babbling brain would allow for.

Though silent and calm on the outside, as always, his mind was buzzing. Not over the plants but over the girl before him and at him self. But mostly at himself. He had never before liked a wolf in any manor aside from a sibling, not counting the queen and her siblings, Raisa's pups. To him, the three of them had been nieces and nephews to him...he had no siblings, none by blood, but Raisa had been like a sister as that is how he saw the woman. So why now, did he feel this way about his student? Hell why did it have to be his student he thought he was falling for?

Had his mother been here she would scold him, his father would puff up and tell him to be a man, to chose from one of the many other females. Then again had he still been with the nomads everyone there would be an aunt, an uncle, a brother, a sister or even a cousin. The only wolves that weren't related to him somehow would have been wolves not of Nomad decent. Adult wolves who didn't bare the mark of an adult Nomad, and probably never would. With his upbringing he hadn't had any time to see someone as anything other than family or someone to be distrusted.

Silently his mind would ring over and over So why now but on the outside his vocals would ring out in another question to Callisto "Are you ready for the next plant?"

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