Always Prepared

A thickly accented male voice greeted her from behind, and she turned more fully to face the euro male. Despite his height advantage, she showed no fear, instead greeting him with a smile, a smudge of dirt on her nose going unnoticed; when you were a healer, dirt was a part of the whole craft. She took in his form. He seemed to be around her age, and had ‘trouble’ written all over him. Not the kind where she felt she would be forced to defend herself, but the good sort that said he might enjoy getting into mischief. Her brow points lifted, causing the Nomad mark between them to jerk upward as he asked her why she’d had her head in a bush. Amethyst flecked sapphires twinkled with good humor. “Some of the best spoils a healer can find are often hidden within bushes, stranger. This root is a good one.” Her own accented voice, Irish where his was clearly one of Spanish, held happy exuberance for her craft. Talking about healing; her favorite subject.

She looked him over again. “I’m finding a lot of good herbs in this land. This is the second cache in the making, and I’ve only been on the continent for four days. I’m Kavdaya, of the Nomads, by the way. Pleasure to meet you, sir...” She trailed off on a questioning tone, one brow point lifting in question at the male, inviting him to continue the introductions,

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think