To Be Scared By An Owl
07-03-2015, 07:22 PM
After the spar training she had a sudden reignited need to learn. She was still determined to be a healer, but she still had no idea who to ask and her own stubborn nature wouldn't let her ask for help. She padded through the Threar territory sniffing out any herbs and plants she could find. Some had begun to grow back in with the beginning of spring, but the air was still brisk and had held back some of their growth. She found a few of the most common ones like dandelions and a few pitiful blooms of Marigold, but her knowledge was still fairly limited so it was possible that she was passing by some helpful plants. Suddenly a pair of voices disturbed the quiet that had been around her for some time now. Her ears perked and she lifted her head, turning her face toward the sound with her ears perked forward to listen more closely. Curious, she padded towards the noise and once she was closer she heard what sounded like a male trying to give his help and someone else adamantly refusing said help. Well, she could certainly understand that sentiment. She sniffed the air again and noticed the second scent wasn't of a wolf at all, but maybe of a... bird of some kind? An owl? Now even more curious, Kalliope padded forward, noticing the sound of wings flapping erratically and the faint scent of blood mingled with the owl's scent. "You know, I understand not wanting help," she stated as she drew closer, interrupting whatever rebuttal the male might have had for the owl's insistence, "trust me, I do. Asking for help is probably my least favorite thing in the entire world. She stopped a couple of feet from the pair of them, her blind gaze turned in the owl's direction. "But there does come a time when you have to accept it." She paused, realizing she didn't know this wolf and so he wouldn't know who she was either. "Sorry, I'm Kalliope, but you can call me Kalli if that suits your fancy. |
