[she doesn't know that the world is turning just for her]

skill: herbalist

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To her surprise, those around her agreed with her. For one so used to being a contrarian, so used to saying the thing others ignored and subdued, Euphemia had to admit that this was a strange experience. She supposed it was only natural that the other packs would similarly desire to be the greenhouse that shielded the blue turtlehead from the world and its evils. They even pointed out that one specimen would need another in order to cross-polinate, and Euphemia nodded succinctly, as if she had thought of it herself.

To her further surprise, the older man she had spoken to in a roundabout way, happened to accept her offer to work together. Her heart skipped! She wondered if this day could get any better, filled with such intense fields of flowers, new medical discoveries, new alliances and friends. Perhaps she hadn’t been all that altruistic, but somehow, it seemed to have paid off.

Maybe she should consider investing in herself a little bit more, and a little bit more often.

Euphemia nodded at her small covenant, attempting to remember each of their faces and scents. She had never been too good at faces, but she wanted to commit this to memory lest she be the one needing to seek out the other, for another cutting, a secondary chance to propagate what she had failed to supplant. Then, she nodded. Should any of you have need, Dawnbreak is in the north. Amongst the mountains.

Euphemia was no stranger to speaking to a crowd, and she couldn’t deny the way it made her heart beat faster, and blood rush a little more swiftly. Goodluck, to everyone. It was strange, now that she had given into the realization that whatever evil had befallen the planet – it was real. There was a brief moment in time when she felt it was all an illusion, but that veil had been torn; that looking glass shattered. She was now a true believer, and a true defender of the blue turtlehead.

The medicine that did… something. If it even survived at all.

The maiden shuffled the root between her forepaws, and settled her fire-blazing attention on the one she had called forth. C’mon, she said with a smile, in lieu of a greeting, I’ll show you the way.

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