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An reason came, but not without two beings falling into a position of defense from her sudden arrival. Why she had chosen to sneak up was a poor reason on her part, and Florabella cut off her soft apology when the mare spoke. The actions with ignorant that reigned in her vision finally made sense as clear as an empty sky. Nature would give and receive to them - the mare and her large cat companion. Already she felt so stupid for automatically assuming there was a sort of destructive quirk in the family member she shared scent and land with, but neither of them struck. Not even the cat, which was poised to pounce should the paint pull a wrong move or say a venomous word a moment ago before it relaxed. A sigh of relief escaped her lips. Thankful it did not turn out sourly.
Her relief was short-lived, however. Her breath hitched in her throat as Kiara, the roan mare who introduced herself, added her title in the Falls's working community. The paint was still ignorant of how her community thrived and functioned, but the term Kiara proclaimed herself as had a sort of healing type of power behind it. Again, she delved into another feeling of stupidity as she apologized again in a rambling dialect. She was an idiot! She probably had insulted what could be the masterhealer in this family of hers. How she held her own title as a beginner healer had its comforts and drawbacks in this situation. One drawback being her lack of understanding for the birth of a herb garden. Gardens she somewhat understood. Gardens tended by healers was a different story.
It had taken her a moment to breathe before her heartbeat remained stagnant in the face of another female voice layering the air with sound. The voice didn't drip with insults, but it wanted help? Her large head meekly lifted and turned one of her hetochromatic eyes upon the newcomer. Both mare - in her eyes - were younger than the aging one, but Abishia was even younger compared to Kiara. Even without knowing others, she envied having a nicer childhood even if it were the teenage years. Florabella still couldn't speak between her whimpering, but she attempted to point her nose towards Kiara for a true healer in this place. She pondered how artisans did their work, but it sounded like a better plan to focus more on her own job before Seele frowned disapprovingly upon her and possibly kick her out.
Abishia wanted names though. If she were ever to make any friends, she needed to try. An attempt; she uttered, "Florabella." It was soft, meek, but she didn't want to speak and have her words laced with her self-pity.
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"i talk talk talk "
@[Kiara] , @[Abishia]
//Sorry for the late, yet ugly reply :O I should get back into the groove of RP soon!
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[O] Cleaning Out a Place [Herb Garden]
