Healing. The very word was like a password, a gatekey to open his walls. It was his calling, his future, his destiny. Picking up little plants and putting them to use. He had known this far before he could ever name the desire. The first time he had ever saw flowers he had been drawn to them mainly because they were pretty, but as he grew older he learned they were, well, quite useful. Harmony was teaching him the basics, but he needed more. He needed to learn all he could! As quickly as possible. Shrike wanted to be a field medic, but Starling...Starling wanted to know it all. It was when he was wandering along the edges of the borders that he had noticed the fox, telling him of the healer training that was going to be held. Without further ado, and with nothing but a quick call to his father, he was off.
Starling would have to admit he was tripping over his own paws much less these days, his body filling out as well as it would ever. He'd always be more or less lanky, always with a little too much bone and too little muscle. But he was growing into his paws! At least, thats what it seemed before he suddenly fumbled and fell face first into the sand. With a hefty sigh he'd shake his head, pick himself up, and continue the long journey towards the meeting place. His heart raced in his chest as he continued to move, terrified that he might have took a left when he shoulda went right. But it seemed he was well on the dot. The scent of flowers and herbs filled his nose as the very young child approached the meeting, his sky blue eyes shining brightly. A grin crossed his lips as he noticed the pile of herbs at the man's feet, ignoring all the other strangers. With a timid smile he approached slowly, his head inlined with his spin and his ears tucked. "H-hello.." He stuttered, staring up at Kassander. "Y-you're...the one...that, umh, called the healing lesson, right?" He whispered in his soft voice, swallowing at the lump in his throat as he stared, averting his gaze suddenly to stare at the pile of herbs.
