4/2/2025, 11:07 PM
![[Image: viv_honeybee.gif]](https://sig.grumpybumpers.com/host/viv_honeybee.gif)
SKILL : HERBALISM ( 1 / 5 )
Set just after the NF tourney
Set just after the NF tourney
While most of Northfall's guests had return from whence they came as the tourney found its conclusion, Solvi stayed behind.
She couldn't bring herself to leave when potential harm for Alder was sewn into the near future. It was, in some ways, a selfish choice that she hung back as her packmates returned home to the Vale. The thought that illness or injury might find the members of Dawnbreak in her absence was fresh in her mind, but she held onto the trust in the pack's other healers.
A Hedge Witch, she had taken an oath before The Mother and situations like the one she found herself in challenged her. Did she go home, where she paid her loyalty, or stay as she had chosen to do - neither seemed wrong nor right, but it troubled her all the same. The pinprick of guilt was easier to swallow when she fortified herself with the intention of seeing Alder healed of whatever injuy he might wind up with in his mission to exterminate Cypress. If Alder were anyone else, would she do the same and stay behind as she had?
Distantly, as she preened a patch of wintergreen she'd discovered, she wondered what that said about her integrity and her oath to The Mother.
Somehow, the potential reality in which Alder succumbed to whatever wounds Cypress inflicted was so grave a consideration that she forced it from her mind. She wouldn't let it happen, she couldn't, so long as she had any paw in the matter.
Solvi was drawn from her thoughts by a scent that overpowered even the strong mint of the wintergreen. She pulled her head from the collection of greenery - a precursor to an early spring, she hoped - and scanned her immediate vicinity. The aroma was reminiscent of the Enginn af Hunangi and the recognition served to still her for a long moment. Its notes spoke of not only fragrant wildflowers, but honey and the sweet-smelling trees whose boughs offered sweet fruits - fruits that were finely fermented in the summer months. The Mother had sent other souls to Mythris, could She also send places?
Curiosity seized her and Solvi immediately set off in the direction of the trail, forgetting all about her task of amassing healing herbs.
They weren't going anywhere, probably.
She couldn't bring herself to leave when potential harm for Alder was sewn into the near future. It was, in some ways, a selfish choice that she hung back as her packmates returned home to the Vale. The thought that illness or injury might find the members of Dawnbreak in her absence was fresh in her mind, but she held onto the trust in the pack's other healers.
A Hedge Witch, she had taken an oath before The Mother and situations like the one she found herself in challenged her. Did she go home, where she paid her loyalty, or stay as she had chosen to do - neither seemed wrong nor right, but it troubled her all the same. The pinprick of guilt was easier to swallow when she fortified herself with the intention of seeing Alder healed of whatever injuy he might wind up with in his mission to exterminate Cypress. If Alder were anyone else, would she do the same and stay behind as she had?
Distantly, as she preened a patch of wintergreen she'd discovered, she wondered what that said about her integrity and her oath to The Mother.
Somehow, the potential reality in which Alder succumbed to whatever wounds Cypress inflicted was so grave a consideration that she forced it from her mind. She wouldn't let it happen, she couldn't, so long as she had any paw in the matter.
Solvi was drawn from her thoughts by a scent that overpowered even the strong mint of the wintergreen. She pulled her head from the collection of greenery - a precursor to an early spring, she hoped - and scanned her immediate vicinity. The aroma was reminiscent of the Enginn af Hunangi and the recognition served to still her for a long moment. Its notes spoke of not only fragrant wildflowers, but honey and the sweet-smelling trees whose boughs offered sweet fruits - fruits that were finely fermented in the summer months. The Mother had sent other souls to Mythris, could She also send places?
Curiosity seized her and Solvi immediately set off in the direction of the trail, forgetting all about her task of amassing healing herbs.
They weren't going anywhere, probably.
![[Image: SolviSigVIV.gif]](https://sig.grumpybumpers.com/host/SolviSigVIV.gif)
Solvi's braids are not as tidy as displayed in her art
