08-22-2018, 05:45 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px;"]Collecting herbs in spite of not being an official healer is not a big deal. After all, young Miss Arceneau has been collecting herbs for as long as she can remember. It is not only resourceful, but relaxing and educational. It is also just something that Imperia does because she's, well, she's Imperia. The petite she-wolf happens to be around for reasons similar to Moonmade, her satchel bulging with various flowers and leaves. A sweet floral scent clings to her pelt as she approaches on silent paws, her movements fluid and graceful as if she were simply a specter moving through the grass.
A faint smile dances upon black lips at the sight of Moonmade speaking to the stranger, his mane unruly and littered with foliage debris. "Hello," she greets softly, slowing to a halt to stand beside the lion. Indeed, the borzoi does look strangely wonderful--what a horse would look like if it suddenly became a dog. Supernaturally beautiful.
A faint smile dances upon black lips at the sight of Moonmade speaking to the stranger, his mane unruly and littered with foliage debris. "Hello," she greets softly, slowing to a halt to stand beside the lion. Indeed, the borzoi does look strangely wonderful--what a horse would look like if it suddenly became a dog. Supernaturally beautiful.