Glory [ Mandatory Herd Meeting!]

Glory [ Mandatory Herd Meeting!]

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08-29-2012, 12:11 AM

WILLOW & ERMINE

.arborun lignea .. .mare. ..23 years. .. .16.3 hands.

[Willow would be interested in the Storyteller rank :3]

Tree limbs shook and wavered and otherwise talked a great deal. Willow winced at the noise they made, all her leafy tendrils sweeping across one another constantly. She was certainly no sneak....

Great hooves left large marks in the earth in areas where it was soft as she passed the grounds. Try as she might to be considerate, she has a certain heft to her frame that she cannot make glide any better. Well, she was certainly found out now, so no sense in trying to crawl up for a better look.

Willow had missed the fight, wandering the scenery, but she was observant to the rising gathering and caught some of the passing words. She was hesitant to approach however, due to the being that she is. Poppy was less than explanatory, a bit rattled in the head she supposed from her fainting. Willow still wasn't sure how everyone here would take a Lignea in their presence, however the lurking she'd been doing as of late gave her hope. For the most part this herd seemed peaceful and they had a large amount of various animals. No better time than now to learn.

Striding forward with confidence now, so as to appear strong, Willow strode into obvious sight. "Good afternoon," she greeted calmly, her words soft and kind, yet firm. If she were to be chased out she would have it with dignity and some amount of effort from their part. After all she was an aborun, not a flossus. From the branches above arose a chattering as Ermine came bounding down, black eyes intent on the crowd as he lingered at the base of the willow tree sprouting from her back. His forepaws touched on her back, tangling a bit in the moss that had taken to growing there. He wanted to be in on the action too, as always.

"I am Willow, a Aborun Lignea. Ermine, upon me, is my companion. I am an ancient type of creature, though not well known. I hail from Prim'sylvia, and have traveled here in the hopes of learning more of your civilization, as I have traveled to many places in my long lifetime. I hope to learn much and provide understanding to my homeland in an eventual future." She hoped she was not dull or overly talkative, but she needed to get some things very clear from the beginning. She was here in peace and on a mission of knowledge, and although she eventually intended to return home, she would live here for many years if they would have her. "I followed Poppy here, if I need a name for protection." Again she paused, gold eyes steady as they upheld those present, trying to gauge them, muscles bunched in preparation to flee if it came to that.

"If you'll have me, I serve well as an herbologist and historian. Though I know little of your land at present, I intend to learn much and remember all, and to teach what I know of and will be learning, if minds prove interested." Willow decided to leave out the fact that in Prim'sylvia she was part of the guard. It was not a fitting position for her, merely the normal rank for a Lignea of her breed. Truthfully her interests had always been in healing, whether it be with the properties of plants or those of an ear willing to listen to a troubled mind. She hoped eventually her learning would develop magical healing, as yet unsprouted within her. Then of course, one can heal just with understanding and the eradication of ignorance. That was how she hoped to heal her home. That was why she was here.