Warja was on the hunt. Her prey didn't have a prayer, a hope, the slightest chance of escape. No, there was no getting away from this particular huntress. Of course, quite a bit of that had to do with her prey's inability to run away since it was a plant, but eh, details. Her quarry was a smallish flowering plant with rigid stalks that stood ramrod straight and ended in odd green and white buds. It went by the name of sticky gumweed and it was the latest recipient of her scrutiny. The young healer had been testing its uses and the various concoctions it lent its usefulness to. Sadly, she'd run out of plants before her curiosity had been sated, and that was what had brought her to the oasis.
Okay, that was a lie. Well, kind of. The plant was the original reason she'd set out, but then she'd hit the desert and been unable to tame the intense curiosity that demanded she explore. So she was still kinda sorta still looking for the plant -and that would be her excuse if anyone asked- but mostly she was just let her curiosity lead her around by the nose.
The dark form of another came into view and Warja paused to look the fae over. A desert dweller or an explorer like herself? Didn't hurt to ask, now did it? "Greetings," she called before trotting closer. "Can't say I expected to find anyone so far out here."
