The old stallion smiles in the face of his own mixed reception, Tiamats carefully guarded greeting as bemusing to him as the black and white hybrid mares openly encouraging grin, though in equal and opposite measures. Somewhere between the two are Johnny and Lenas mild glances, their greater exposure to his antics presumably dulling any reaction the Songbird or Candycorn might have had. Either that or he just doesn’t pay enough attention to them to notice, too busy gingerly lifting his right hind leg toward his stomach in response to the ocean mares question, his grey-peppered ears cocking to catch the audible crackle of unhappy tendons and ligaments being forced to stretch and contract.
This particular noise and its accompanying discomfort is new, a participation prize of his having relented to the new Generals latest call, but as his fetlock closes the angle of his leg and approaches the knobby bulge of his stifle a more familiar
pop rings out and the blacks eyes widen with feigned surprise.
"Nope. Still not miraculously cured.” He might have harassed her farther, or at the very least tried to wheedle his way to another free bulb of ginger, but for the Medics sudden outpouring of information.
The blacks hideously under muscled neck snaps to attention, ears cupping to catch and retain every word from the other stallions mouth.
Bitter Grass, Blue Water Lily, Nymphaea Caerulea. He recites in his mind, glancing between the gathered examples in front of him, trying to commit each image and list of uses to memory. He stares at the Nymphaea plant in particular, drawn to the idea of euphoric episodes and peaceful sleep. Then there’s mention of something called a
Marsh Marigold, and he tries to memorize the shape and color of the flowers petals for future wound dressing, self-consciously hoping to survive on knowledge rather than charity the next time his rowdy mouth brings him home in tatters.
"Where do you find these?" He asks, gesturing widely enough to encompass all of the example plants, refusing to meet the other healers eyes for fear that the answer is obvious to everyone but him.
"If the greenhouse is empty, I mean. Or out of reach."
"Talk."
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@Tiamat @Mortuus Nox
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