THIS IS A WARNING --- fighting poison lesson

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Her un- father -- one of two, remember, Keona -- teaching a lesson on... Curing poison was the last thing she'd expected to happen upon.  He just... Well, he didn't seem the medically-inclined type.  A spy.  A snake, as Kian would often grumble.  A soldier, her uncle Raziel had explained once.  Both of the twins had been soldiers.  Flickers of confusion danced in her pale hues as the tiny fae reluctantly begins to approach.

She inhales the scent of plants, quietly, making notes to remember them later.  Some were like to be poison, the others... Well, she assumed the cure.  The striker had spent some time considering her path once, looking towards the necro mambas during her beta ceremony but... Well, she felt content with her choice in the blackrats and would like to continue pursuing a career down the elements of her division.

It'd be worth knowing what plants she ought to avoid though, and what to do in the case someone has been poisoned.

✯ — keona sibéal ó faoláin. female. striker of the typhoon. blind. rusty spotted cat.  ref. bio.