a new world, material without being real,
where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about
She held her glass basket between her jaws, her grip loose, relaxed as she entered the meadow. The day was unusually clear for the season, though the ground still showed remnants of snow, mostly melted, turned to slush with the mud underfoot. But she was grateful for the clear skies and slightly warmer temperatures than those in the Falls.
So her gait was relaxed, and she ignored the mud beginning to cake on her hooves and canon bones. Even her tail, now long and leonine, she paid no mind to. Getting dirty was inevitable, and baths were fun, especially with Hero. As her thoughts dwelled on the small onyx dragon, he trilled from his hold in her mane. He poked his head out of the black tendrils, a flower held delicately in his claws. She flicked a curvaceous ear to the reptile, smiling at his presence.
Never before had the company of another given her such elation, let alone an animal (if you could call Hero that). But his soft trills and peaceful presence in her mind was comforting. His usefulness was still questionable, though. "We're gathering herbs today, Hero," She spoke to the dragon through the basket in her mouth, instantly puzzling the creature. He removed himself from the tangle of hair, flower still held in his claws as he jumped from her neck to fly by her head. He chirped his confusion, his blue gaze quizzical, fixated on his bonded.
She smiled, pausing to set her basket down. Flowers and petals scattered around her as she looked across the meadow, rapidly turning her head till she saw what she was looking for. Agnodice smiled, turned to her companion, and sent an image of a small tree at the edge of the meadow.
"Eucalyptus. Fetch."
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herbs herbs herbs. open to all :)
agnodice & herophilos
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