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03-16-2017, 09:08 AM
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Beaming with pride when Miss Lyanna praises her for her responsibility, the filly’s dainty head lifts, and her ears focus in all that much more. If she really was the star pupil, then that meant she had to live up to that reputation, right? It certainly wouldn’t do to have a fall from grace within her first year in the field, after all. That was something you usually spent your whole life trying to avoid, or so the stories she’d heard had gone. So, when Lyanna gestures to the arrangement of herbs she’s brought, Maude focuses her attention in on them. She sees bark, fern, and moss, and is pretty sure she can come up with at least one use for each, if she’s asked, having spent at least half of her total time on Loorien to this point studying plants. Often, she missed out on adventures her friends had, but that was okay, she supposed, though there were just as many times that she had begrudgingly trudged to the greenhouse, especially before Katua had disappeared. Now, there wasn’t much else to do, really. Zubari was always out doing something far away, and Gawen was so shy, he was sometimes impossible to find. Some days, she really wished her brothers would grow up enough that they could move to the Edge to play with her already. She already knows about cedar, what with conifers and evergreens being among the first things she was taught about (besides, obviously, what plants were dangerous to her), mostly because they do so much and were literally everywhere. As far as the ginger and cream darling had noticed, every land in Helovia she had visited had some sort of pine or cedar tree, and they almost all had sap with antiseptic properties, and needles that made really tasty teas. What she didn’t know, however, was that the moss all over the Edge was naturally clean! Looking at the soft stuff with wonder, she can’t help but think of the stuff as being magical, in a way. How else could it naturally purify toxins and bacteria? Most of the time, it took a healer to do that! She sighs, of course, when it turns to the fern – her greatest nemesis. Though she was often sure she had figured out which was which, they seemed quite intent on making her victories short lived. No sooner did she think the Lady Fern was this, and the Royal that, before she realized she’d got them muddled. So, that Sensitive Fern looks like Bracken Fern literally makes her want to just kick the plants clear across the clearing. Instead, however, she stares at them, studying, for perhaps the millionth time, the seemingly exactly the same plants. Looking at Yael when she asks her question, wondering if she can tell the difference between the stupidly similar fern fronds, or not, Maude happy to admit that she already knows how to get cedar oil. However, she doesn’t want to steal Lyanna’s moment, either, and simply smiles smugly, moving her weight from hoof to hoof, doing her best to keep from blurting out the answer. It gets easier when she thinks of a question on her own, the ferns (caught out of the corner of her eye as she wiggles) dampening her grin, somewhat. “How can you tell any of the stupid ferns apart?” she asks, sincerity leaking from her pale green eyes as she searches Lyanna’s face imploringly (her father, thus far, had simply argued back that they didn’t seem the same at all, and she should actually look. She’d quit asking him after that, because she had looked, darn it), “they all look like, well, ferns.” |
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