Rebuilding

Walk | Talk | Think

The other wolf seemed to remember more than the Ebony healer did herself, though what she said almost drew out a snort of sudden amusement. Yeah, that did sound like something she would have said. Even to the present day, the strong scent of mint had always been a bit overpowering for Callisto's sensitive nose, and when she did have to bother with it she was always careful. Even at a young age she had been blunt with her opinions, at least when the inclination to be struck her. "And I still don't like mint," she added, and quickly logged away the name of this other healer. Ara. Nope, nowhere in her memory of their meeting. But did it really surprise her?

Her black cat was quiet beside her though it was obvious she was listening rather intently to the conversation. Callisto wondered if it had anything to do with the fact it was possibly the first conversation she had seen her make with a wolf that was not her pack leader and therefore required to speak with her on that account. But, as always seemed to happen, her interest waned, and Callisto felt relieved when the little feline lifted a paw to absently clean at it, for the time being possessing no need to interrupt.

She drew her silvery blue gaze up from the cat and back across at Ara as she questioned her living status when they had met the first time, but this Callisto recalled a little more readily. "Yeah," she answered simply, "my parents had moved us there, mostly my mom's doing. We stayed there for a little while before moving north again." It was all sort of confusing to think about, how much her family had moved within that first year, how much had changed between her relationship with her siblings, her mother, her father, in those first few months. If not for Lel, her life would have been so much steadier and comfortable now in the present. "I'm in Ebony now," she added, "one of their healers."