L'allievo insegna a

The second his father leapt from his perch, Starling looked up, sky blue eyes staring at him. A small smile rose upon his lips as he heard his father's fluent italian. Sure, Starling wasn't fluent himself in speaking, but he could understand it just fine. It was rather easy, wasn't it? Or was that just him. With a bright smile he nodded then. "Grazie, papà" He said with a happy smile. Quickly looking back down at his herbs he wondered just how to go about this. He knew them rather well. "All these grow in our lands, or the Thicket and the Bay.." He said softly, gesturing to his four herbs he had selected. "They're good to know, especially since they're handy." His stuttering seemed to be gone as he focused on his craft, quickly seperating the dried horse tail from the pile. "Horsetail, or equiseto in Italian. It grows in the Rapids or generally around water...you saw me with one before." He said with a smile, looking up at him. "If you chew it, it can be a paste for open wounds. It stops bleeding and allows binding to begin a lot quicker. It's great for fights... and if you eat it, it helps bladder and kidneys...you know, incase of some sorta infection..." He smiled up at him then. "È importante! Capisci?" He asked with a grin, not wanting to go on unless Bass knew for sure what it meant. It was probably one of the more vital herbs, especially for fighters. It was good for open wounds.

"Burn Baby Burn"
"Italian"