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03-15-2017, 10:23 AM
The upside down hairy stallion is definitely her favorite, though the black stallion is not far behind. He seems keen enough to answer her question about antidotes, and even more keen to just offer up that information about poison. Had it been entirely her own antics that made it so obvious she cared more about poison than healing? Or had the black Medic been looking for an excuse to teach someone how to kill with the magic of a yellow plant. Death you could see coming in the dark with that color, but not in the shape. Who would ever think a pretty, yellow little flower would kill them?
The ocean-blue mare is all sorts of kind to her, so Weaver does her best to return the kind greeting. “A pleasure indeed,” she says with a nod of her own, all charm and grace and pretty words. She’s terribly good at it, when she sets her mind too it. Though in truth, it is a pleasure to meet others. To call some place home after wandering for a year. She’d enjoyed the travels, and her legs still itch to move, but her heart longs to find a place that feels like hers.
The other two…Lena and the candy one…seem less impressed with her or Albrecht. Not to say Tia was impressed, but at least tolerant. Lena straight up frowns, which almost makes Weaver laugh, but she knows better and keeps her mouth shut and attention turned to the Medic. Besides, his smile at her question is a wicked little thing and she’s starting to like him more. She needed to get to know him better. He seemed fun.
It’s a moment before Mortuus answers her question, offering hairy boy some peppermint first. His answer is rather gruesome, and she keeps an appropriately schooled look on her face. Part of her wants to grin, though part of her realizes it’s not quite the type of poison she was likely to wield. Not unless she was very sure someone needed to die. “What a terrible way to meet your maker,” she says when he finishes. For now, she has no more questions, figuring that she really can’t keep asking about ways to kill others without arousing some suspicion. So instead, she hangs around, listening to any other talk of herbs and their uses, because it probably was good to know how to help too. She’s not entirely terrible, just mostly.
The ocean-blue mare is all sorts of kind to her, so Weaver does her best to return the kind greeting. “A pleasure indeed,” she says with a nod of her own, all charm and grace and pretty words. She’s terribly good at it, when she sets her mind too it. Though in truth, it is a pleasure to meet others. To call some place home after wandering for a year. She’d enjoyed the travels, and her legs still itch to move, but her heart longs to find a place that feels like hers.
The other two…Lena and the candy one…seem less impressed with her or Albrecht. Not to say Tia was impressed, but at least tolerant. Lena straight up frowns, which almost makes Weaver laugh, but she knows better and keeps her mouth shut and attention turned to the Medic. Besides, his smile at her question is a wicked little thing and she’s starting to like him more. She needed to get to know him better. He seemed fun.
It’s a moment before Mortuus answers her question, offering hairy boy some peppermint first. His answer is rather gruesome, and she keeps an appropriately schooled look on her face. Part of her wants to grin, though part of her realizes it’s not quite the type of poison she was likely to wield. Not unless she was very sure someone needed to die. “What a terrible way to meet your maker,” she says when he finishes. For now, she has no more questions, figuring that she really can’t keep asking about ways to kill others without arousing some suspicion. So instead, she hangs around, listening to any other talk of herbs and their uses, because it probably was good to know how to help too. She’s not entirely terrible, just mostly.
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