+- Vivarium (https://vivariumrpg.com)
+-- Forum: Vivarium (https://vivariumrpg.com/forumdisplay.php?fid=3)
+--- Forum: Great Woodlands (https://vivariumrpg.com/forumdisplay.php?fid=26)
+--- Thread: AW RE: When Doves Cry (/showthread.php?tid=11222)
RE: When Doves Cry - Goldblossom - 4/16/2026
Goldie moved about the twrritory after returning from a foray. She had been determined to find some herbs to help mothers milk, but more so to help with healing.
But she had been trying so hard to find some, and her labors had been fruitful. She felt so behind as of late. She had come to this place far too late to be able to build a cache. And she was in a pack, where she was fairly certain if you weren't a contributing member. it didn't look good for you. But that was alright. There was no harm in hard work. She shifted in the light. Blue eyes moving upward to allow the sun to glimmer therein.
At least she had a few things that she could offer in return. Coltsfoot for lung afflictions. For the stuffy buildup in winter. She was rather proud of that one. Dandelions could be used for adding extra vitamins to little bodies and older bodies too. High in vitamin C. And Violets for sore throats and coughs.
She carried them as gently as she could. But she realized sadly that she would probably need to spend the night out here.
Skill set: Healing
RE: RE: When Doves Cry - Nen'tah - 4/16/2026
Morning dawned brightly over Elk's Crown, drenching the forest floor in dappled light as it filtered through the dense trees overhead. Nen'tah watched the shadows dance all around him, ears pricked forward in studious concentration. It was mesmerizing; the swaying movement of the trees coupled with the wind-shaken leaves made for an almost hypnotic show, and he was wholly enraptured.
Until a branch snapped.
The boy's head turned toward the direction of the sound. Someone coming home? Something to play with? He wandered forward on the awkward, uncoordinated legs of a pup, skinny tail wagging just enough to show he was very, very interested.
Oh!
He knew this smell. Like plants - no - strong plants - it belonged to the short woman with the white paw.
What could she be up to, he wondered as he approached.
Until a branch snapped.
The boy's head turned toward the direction of the sound. Someone coming home? Something to play with? He wandered forward on the awkward, uncoordinated legs of a pup, skinny tail wagging just enough to show he was very, very interested.
Oh!
He knew this smell. Like plants - no - strong plants - it belonged to the short woman with the white paw.
What could she be up to, he wondered as he approached.