Skill — Herbalist

The natural bounty before her was grand, with a standout that soon captured her eye. A beautiful plant with white petals dipped in blue. Her childlike wonder was quickly stripped away, replaced by a chill as a voice breathed into her ear.

The voice speaks only once. The plant is named before silence sits between her ears.

Blue turtlehead.

Just as the voice vanished in a single breath, the clouds slink away. The floral spectacle disappeared before their very eyes. A lone root was left between their paws.

Juniper blinked slowly, her mind somehow working both frantically and sluggishly. Juniper's stomach turned. Each individual was left with a gift. A very important gift. But only five wolves held the root of the unknown flower at their paws.

Five chances.

The man cloaked in white did not speak, but the small man with an earthy scent spoke first. Oakwood eyes lifted to meet his before turning to the smokey woman.

This is gfit, and one I think we should work together to maintain. Juniper's voice tested the proverbial waters. Her eyes lowered to the root at her paws. I don't believe we will get second chances in nurturing these roots. I worry if we all go our separate ways, we may find that this plant can't seed itself. But if we keep them all together... one blight could ruin the entire crop.

Juniper returned her gaze to the wolves before her. It is plain that most of us are from our own respective groups, but I am certain Camhanaich would be more than willing to aid in this endeavor. Wherever it takes us.

The words: "I will at the very least" was left unspoken.

Hope its ok to go ahead and post with Hotep again, since we're halfway thru the month now and I wanna get him as many of these skill points as possible! If there's any issues tho I can edit or remove 💜

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Skill - Healer

Deep inside him, Hotep wished to protest. Satriya was a holy nation, defended by powerful gods, and were most suited then to safeguard this blessing. He did not know these other nations. But Ra laid affliction on the sands of Skyspear, and they traveled now with no land to propagate such a blessing. More than that, had not these same gods brought so many here to find their blessing? Did they not speak in dreams to more than Pharaoh's faithful?

Perhaps Hotep should trust what had been laid plainly before his feet. After a moment of consideration, he supplied, I do not know of these lands. Yet you speak wisdom. Perhaps they should be divided — two to the Vale, and two to Camhanaich. Let one stay with my people in Satriya, the seat of Mighty Pharaoh Khaemwaset, the Great Bull who Protects, Heir of Horus, and Divine Queen Merneith, Opener of Ways and Bringer of Light, in safekeeping. If blight destroys one crop, the other may endure, and a seed will be saved then to go where it is most needed if the plague that so afflicts us all raises strength to challenge us.

Skill: 3/5

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The masses who'd gathered speak amongst themselves, in regards to the strange flora they'd discovered. All brilliant of minds, he's sure, as they spoke of cultivating the seeds and ensuring the blossom's they found would endure the elements.

They, too, know it is of importance. It's as if the plant had chosen them as its keepers. Iokav is still unsure as to what...force it was that had guided them here, whispered to them, brought forth this gift, as many called it. But perhaps, in time, with the help of these strangers, all would be revealed.

A woman speaks to him directly. Euphemia. He meets her with a small, polite grin, a nod of his head. She offered sanctuary in Frostfang Vale; a land unfamiliar to he, or perhaps it was a foundation of a civilized people.

He often worked alone, as it's what suited him best. The lack of mindless chatter or interference is what he preferred...but the invitation is there, in the palm of the woman's hands, and spoken with such gentle intent.

In the pursuit of science and the greater good of this realm, Iokav would conform. He would change, and he would accompany her to lands fertile in the sake of this blossom.

That is an offer I would be a fool to refuse. I will join you, if you'd have me. He responded quietly. Conjoined minds would suit better to unravel this...oddity.