Skill: Herbalist 1/5

Nephthys

Back in the highlands for a moment. Mir needs to head back to collect a few things from the Brim, and say goodbye to the territory itself. She's been gone for so long, and she no longer has a desire to live in Elysium's shadow.

For a moment, she thinks of cycling up to the spine. She hadn't spent much time in the presence of the great Queen of Hildibrandr, but it feels appropriate to stop by and pay tribute, as well as inform the Queen that the lands were no longer being claimed. She'd never intended to bar the pack from the Brim-- she didn't have the numbers for that-- but letting them know she wouldn't be staying felt appropriate.

She decides to collect tribute. The crumbling ruins of Eastborne happen to have plenty of wildflowers, and she knows a few of these could induce sleepiness if eaten. Not only pretty, but a useful tribute. Mir pours over each blossom, trying to find the perfect ones to pluck. But, she realizes as the scent of another wolf carries on the wind, she's not alone.

Glancing up, she catches sight of the white wolf easily. But this is hardly the warrior's build of Nyra.

"Hello," she offers.

Herbalist

No, she was in fact missing the weight of a full grown adult, though soon enough she would mirror Nyra. Nephthys rarely left the Spine's borders, but when she did she was never far.

Eastborne, the crumbling ruins, the castle.

Nephthys knew there was a pack here, trying to build up, but it's borders were weak and on her patrols she never saw a soul.

So, she set for exploring.

And getting out of the house.

These flowers she knew, though she didn't have a use for them, dried and stored within one of her skulls she used as bowls. Waiting for their chance.

She has more than enough at home, but she can admire their beauty still as she looks for other useful things. It's the height of summer, and even if the pack didn't need healing right now they may later. She caught someone's scent, and set to investigating, stalking towards the other with her head high and tail up.

Pompous, perhaps, but she wouldn't be a princess if she wasn't.

Afternoon she responded, looking the other over. Are you one of the locals? Her voice sweet, questioning. She had seen the other sorting through the flowers, she imagines its how she herself looks during herb collection. This could be a friend, she misses Polly, but the other girl hadn't known a thing about healing or plants.

Skill: Herbalist 2/5

Mir shakes her head. "Is this bluff claimed?" She glances up at the ruined castle. It's definitely got an appeal, but it's too close to Elysium. It'd make her feel like she's left for nothing. Instead, she turns her head back to Nephthys. "The scents on the borders were weak, so I figured it'd be fair to gather a tribute for a queen."

She nudges the plants with her feet. "The seeds on this one can help with pain or sleep. I feel it appropriate. Beautiful and practical." A wry smile crosses her face. "I like things like that."

And perhaps it's flirting. Not that she'd ever admit it.

"I'm Mir, by the way."

Herbalist

Trying to be, I think, they're not doing the best job of it her tone was conversational as she too looked up at the crumbling walls, ear flicking towards the other girl. Which queen? she asked, was there another besides Nyra in the area?

Nephthys' tail wagged lightly, perking up as the girl spoke. Another healer? Excellent and....that sounded an awful lot like flirting there. She couldn't quite tell if she liked that or not. Haven't had any use for it myself, though i'm sure your queen could use it to make her children quiet down Gods know Nyra's did.

....she wonders how the queen would react to her drugging Abaddon.

Nephthys Saxe-Delonbraj she introduced herself. Freyja of Hildibrandr, just up the mountain there the tall white girl motioned with her head. One day in the future, she would be Pharoah of Dragons Dominion, if her mother doesn't show up and say they're making Demonia soon. Things were still being talked about, in the late nights. You seem like a woman that knows her way around a garden