You Won't Let Me Stay Down, You'll Pick Me Back Up
04-22-2015, 08:26 PM
Starling was happy lately. He was learning so much, and he rather enjoyed it. He had learned quickly that fighting wasn't his specialty, and he sure wasn't going to be good at scouting so the field medic position was out. But Healing...and Italian, those were things that he could actually learn well. It helped when he associated Italian with his healing, calling his herbs by certain names, figuring out what certain ailments meant in the language. But it seemed...some of the family was not doing so well.... He trotted along the rocks, searching for more horsetail to add to his stores. Winter was coming and he would have to have some of that on hand. It was very important. Sniffing, he searched for the plant but stopped when he saw his brother. With a tilt of his head he stepped towards him, a small smile on his face. "Fratello!" He called over the distance, a small smile upon his lips as he trotted towards him. But then he saw his expression, and with a pause he would tilt his head. "Shrike? Wh-what's the matter?" He asked softly, his head a little lower. It was strange to see the happy-go-lucky Shrike be anything but, well, happy...and hyper. He wondered if this had anything to do with the lesson.. "Talk""Italian" |
