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02-11-2015, 06:43 PM
The nymph hadn’t anticipated a given task in her talents, but her heart swelled with pride, with purpose, with motivation, at the thrill of it. A spring in her step preceded their re-entry into the Basin, and Imogen rumbled beside her, a chirruping, ivory entanglement. Lena, all singsongs and well-wishes, paused to incline closer to Roland, hoping to explain their arrival into the midst of tundra plains: where seemingly there’d be naught to gain or snag from forlorn essences. “I know of a couple herbs here! It’d be a shame to lose them.” She nodded, then extended her movement and motion towards several key portions of the woods, nestling into the thickets and copses, and when spying them, smiled towards Imogen. The little vixen followed suit in grabbing hold of them with her fangs, yanking them clean of the earth, and dragging them within her mouth. Lena touched over them gently, murmuring their names for the Thief to hear. “This is a diamond-leaf willow, a great source of Vitamin C and calcium,” pointing to the willow twigs amongst vibrant greens, and then, before she got lost in assuaging, mending properties, she paused, frowning slightly. “Can you think of anything in particular we need to save?” [Task 3! @[Roland] her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love LENA |
