It had been about a week since her encounter with Sirius. The entire situation had changed Banshee's perspective on her own life. Sirius was her light in those sorrowful moments and offered a paw to reel her back into the Armada. Having always dealt with impulse as one of her largest flaws Banshee decided that maybe leaving was a bit of a hasty move. Thus, the fanged babe chose to remain within the pack and aimed to continue on her path towards bettering herself. Sirius was good at teaching her how to make weapons and other fighting related subjects but she also desired knowledge of medicine. Luce was in Ashen and all caught up with whatever she had goin' on there. Therefore Banshee decided she would seek out Iolaire. Carefully placed paw steps carried the earthy hued babe towards the gardens. The sun was high in the sky but there was enough cloud coverage to make it a nice day. A breeze swept against her slightly messy fur as the yearling grew closer to Io's residence. Ban opened her mouth to allow the scents to land upon her pink tongue. Tasting the air to sense if anyone else was around. She didn't wanna intrude or barge in on anything. As it seemed no other scents were very fresh Banshee called forth to the healer. "Iolaire?" "Speech"

The garden was a full time job, and so Iolaire had taken to rising early even though she often went to sleep late. The sprawling steppes were curved and vast. With Meadow having been absent, Iolaire had a lot of work to do each day. It was important that each plant was seen to. She had to ensure that the soil was moist, the shading was working well enough, and that weeds weren't popping up to sap nutrients from the important herbs. Io had been at work for quite a while when a tentative voice drifted to her on the wind. Obsidian ears perking, the small woman gave up her task for the moment and padded back towards the stone cottage that she'd built into the side of the hill. Coming around the corner, one silver brow arched. "Banshee?" She hadn't seen the young woman in quite some time. "Is everything okay?" "Speech"

It wasn't long before the greyscale healer showed herself. Due to the earthy smell of herbs and soil Banshee could assume she had been working on something in the garden. Banshee hadn't spent much time in the garden since the move. Her reclusive nature usually meant she was either lurking in her den or out of the pack territory. Most of the adults seemed to irritate her in one way or another. As a pup she looked up to adults as if they had everything together. All knowing mighty beings. Now that she was over a year old and gaining on two she had figured out that most adults are nearly as helpless as pups. Nevertheless, she was in the company of someone she didn't dislike, yet. Banshee allowed her slender head to dip down in a gentle bow before rising again. Baby blue eyes aimed to settle on Io's yellow optics idly. "I am okay." Nothing but the truth. Sirius had managed to reel her in from her impulsive behavior be she was still quite on the edge. Nothing had proven to be different yet. "I was wondering if you might be open to giving me some healing lessons." Ban spoke gently through fanged jaws. She wasn't able to get a feel on the opposing femme and wasn't sure if she welcomed such things. "Speech"

Ears perked and the concern left her two-toned eyes as Banshee claimed to be okay. The smaller woman nodded in acceptance. "Glad to hear it. Haven't seen you around much." She didn't know what the girl was going through, if anything, but she seemed a little sullen; withdrawn. Perhaps she needed a friendly, non-judgemental ear to listen to her concerns? Banshee went ahead to ask after healing lessons and Iolaire blinked. "Of course. You're welcome to come and learn any time." Iolaire wasn't one to withhold knowledge from others, especially those of her own pack. The more knowledgeable they were, the better off the entire pack would be. "Did you have any particular area in mind? Wound care? Herbs? Gardening?" The tiny healer smiled and tilted her head. "There are many options." "Speech"

Iolaire seemed rather open to lending Banshee some knowledge and perhaps even further instruction. Lucerita had been the babe's previous trainer but things had fizzled out with the eruption and flooding. She was eager to learn which was made clear with a tiny grin that slipped across inky lips. A nod could be seen in silent thanks before a brow raised in response to Io's questions. Beaming blue eyes flicked around the garden before falling upon the smaller fae once again. Banshee had never gardened before but the concept was rather interesting. Instead of foraging she could have a nearly endless supply of herbs and potentially even crops. It seemed exciting to the yearling but she held back her excitement with a slight shift of her weight. "Is it fair to say all of the above?" A toothy grin was flashed before the nervous gal shrugged softly, "Gardening seems rather lucrative as well as general mending." "Speech"

Banshee admitted to wanting to learn gardening and general mending. The young woman had seemed a little hesitant and withdrawn at first, but admitting that she wanted to learn brought a smile to her face. Iolaire returned that smile with one of her own. "Darling, I'll teach you anything that you want to know. My mind is open to you." With a pull of her shoulder, she motioned for Banshee to follow. Up the hill she went, headed towards the top of the garden steppes so that they might look down upon its curling entirety. There were a great variety of herbs, vegetables, flowers and fruit. "As you learn, anything that you need, feel free to take. I only ask that you help to care for the garden in return." She leg the girl into the garden and pointed out a few weeds. "The lines of important plants are fairly evenly lined. Most little things like these are just weeds." Digging her claws into the earth, she scooped the weed out of the ground, roots and all. "They need to be removed from the area entirely, lest more weeds grow." Climbing back up the hill, Iolaire moved beyond the garden and pond to a slightly smelly mound of dirt and debris. "Compost pile. Things go here to rot. It gets turned periodically. This is used to add extra nutrients to the soil for plants that have a high metabolism." She often threw entrails, fish heads, and other various biodegradable things upon the pile. All of the weed clippings went in as well. "Follow me so far?" She cast a glance towards Banshee, one silver brow raised in question. "Speech"

Banshee consumed the information offered to her with eager curiosity and a tad bit of wonder. The fanged yearling followed her mentor towards up the hill and towards the garden. She had seen it before but never up close and personal. Iolaire explained how the weeds grow more erratically and the purposeful plants are lined up which was followed up by a nod from Banshee. She felt like now that Io had explained that it was rather easy to tell the weeds from the good plants. Iolaire followed up with removing some of the weeds from the earth with a clean scoop of a paw. Banshee tried to copy her with a bundle of weeds near by, it was a bit messier and took a few tugs but she managed to get most of the root. "Simple enough." With gentle pad falls Ban moved along with Iolaire. She had the weeds in her mouth which was rather convenient when Io brought them to the compost. After a brief explination Banshee took it upon herself to toss the weeds in the pile. She assumed it would be a fine addition to the various rotting fish, plants, and general decaying muck. "Yes I follow. It seems the garden will keep me rather busy." Banshee needed the distraction after all, "How do you know when the plants need to be watered?" "Speech"

Ban tossed the plucked weeds onto the compost pile and questioned about how often to water things. "Feel the soil. If it's damp about an inch down, then you shouldn't need to water. If it's dry and crumbling, it needs water." Again she motioned for the younger fae to follow. "Some plants don't need water often. Generally those that are in full sunlight for the majority of the day will need to be watered. Shade plants will hold water longer simply because the sun isn't beating on them."

"Feel like going on a little field trip sometime soon?" She asked the toothy girl. "I need to transplant a few more trees. I'd like a variety, so I was thinking about a few fir trees." She hoped that Banshee would like to travel with her. She could teach the girl how to pluck a tree from the earth and she could teach her again how to feed it back into the ground.