She comes, slowly, a pace common for a creature like her. The aborun lignea are not prized for their speed, though they can be motivated to quicken, Willow remembers with a faint smile how she bested the others in a race when she had the chill of the Steppe nipping her flanks.
She enters there now and indeed her pace quickens, as much from the temperature as like the company she will soon be meeting.
The great hulk of her tree rises and falls with each stride like some bizarre ship rolling on the sea of a horse. With every hoof-fall a shudder rankles up her limbs and causes her leaves to quiver. In the tops of the boughs Ermine has hoisted himself up, unable to rest with all this travel. He doesn't mind however, but he does not chatter now as he did at the outset of this venture, when she'd first visited their neighbor in the World's Edge and then to their more neutral ally of the Throat.
Saved the best for last she mused grimly, trying to make some light of the situation. She knew she had to stay positive in thought or else her demeanor might shift which would dramatically affect the outcome of this encounter. Ermine sensed her nerves and was on guard, though he knew not what for.
"We're here," she announces to him, glancing around at the white desolation and feeling a shiver crawl up her spine. She has stopped at the borders of the Aurora Basin, or so she believes. She knows little of Helovia still, and is guided more by memory of word than first-hoof experience. She ensured she strayed far from this land's true line however, preferring to linger a good distance away from where she believed their markers stood. She throws an emerald gaze over her shoulder, towards where she knows her guard stands in wait. She cannot see the protectors she brought with her, but they lurked, ready to approach if things turned sour. She insisted they remain out of sight however, least their appearance make the Basin bristle from the outset.
Willow gives her chocolate body a rough shake to settle herself in for a good conversation, cocking a hip casually in the hopes to appear less disarming, although maybe it would have been better to appear more so in this case.
"Aurora Basin," she calls out kindly, but cautious and strong of tone. She knows this herd is not held in high esteem or with good terms, in fact she was rather warned away from it. Willow was adamant however that she meet the healers of all the herds. Perhaps it was foolish, but such is why she brought her guard, hidden as yet.
"I am Willow, Earth Medic of the Windtossed Foothills, come to seek council with your healer."
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