07-19-2018, 07:44 PM
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The soft, angelic voice belongs to none other than young Miss Imperia. Like a streamlines ship breaking through the waves, her petite figure emerges from amidst the trembling blades of grass. Bits of plant debris from her wanderings cling to her argentine pelt, the ever-present scent of lavender and citrus permeating the air around her. A motley of wild blossoms are woven into the thick silvery mane along her neck, primarily blue cornflower and Queen Anne's lace. Strapped to her torso is a leather satchel, one that now overflows with herbs and snacks and whatever else the creature finds during her travels. Is it strange that she arrived just in time to meet both Moon and Gabriel only a short couple of hours after their first interaction? No, not really. In Imperia's opinion, at least. She believes that the Maker guides her wherever she needs to be--coincidences are merely a matter of divine intervention.
Sagacious sterling silver eyes flicker over Moonmade's form, drinking in the sight of herbs clamped within his jaws and how he still favors his injured paw. "Comfrey, chamomile, and burdock..are you participating in the tryouts as well?" Peri tends to think aloud, but so far it has not harmed anyone. Her eyes seem to light up once she realizes that her new friend(ish) shares a similar interest in herbs and healing. It is clear from her demeanor that her interest in becoming a Halo is centered more around the pursuit of knowledge rather than an obsession with rank. Much like Moon himself, her passion stems from her mother's influence. Granted, Marguerite was by no means a professional doctor--her natal pack did not believe in healers. Injuries were a weakness and weakness was not allowed. But her mother made sure to teach Peri everything she knew on the topic and cultivated the girl's love for learning. In a way, she too is doing this to honor her mother's memory. It is unknown whether Marguerite is alive or dead, but Peri knows that she will never be returning to the place whence she came. All she can do is honor her mother through actions. Marguerite would be proud to see Imperia finally doing something for herself.
Moon's rambling comment to Gabriel answers her question. "The Halo tryouts--yes, quite a few are participating, as far as I know," so many that Peri doubts all of them will receive the position. If it comes down to it, the she-wolf already plans on dropping out. She is doing this for the sake of learning, not competition. She would be pleased to just watch and listen--getting an official title is simply an added benefit.
The soft, angelic voice belongs to none other than young Miss Imperia. Like a streamlines ship breaking through the waves, her petite figure emerges from amidst the trembling blades of grass. Bits of plant debris from her wanderings cling to her argentine pelt, the ever-present scent of lavender and citrus permeating the air around her. A motley of wild blossoms are woven into the thick silvery mane along her neck, primarily blue cornflower and Queen Anne's lace. Strapped to her torso is a leather satchel, one that now overflows with herbs and snacks and whatever else the creature finds during her travels. Is it strange that she arrived just in time to meet both Moon and Gabriel only a short couple of hours after their first interaction? No, not really. In Imperia's opinion, at least. She believes that the Maker guides her wherever she needs to be--coincidences are merely a matter of divine intervention.
Sagacious sterling silver eyes flicker over Moonmade's form, drinking in the sight of herbs clamped within his jaws and how he still favors his injured paw. "Comfrey, chamomile, and burdock..are you participating in the tryouts as well?" Peri tends to think aloud, but so far it has not harmed anyone. Her eyes seem to light up once she realizes that her new friend(ish) shares a similar interest in herbs and healing. It is clear from her demeanor that her interest in becoming a Halo is centered more around the pursuit of knowledge rather than an obsession with rank. Much like Moon himself, her passion stems from her mother's influence. Granted, Marguerite was by no means a professional doctor--her natal pack did not believe in healers. Injuries were a weakness and weakness was not allowed. But her mother made sure to teach Peri everything she knew on the topic and cultivated the girl's love for learning. In a way, she too is doing this to honor her mother's memory. It is unknown whether Marguerite is alive or dead, but Peri knows that she will never be returning to the place whence she came. All she can do is honor her mother through actions. Marguerite would be proud to see Imperia finally doing something for herself.
Moon's rambling comment to Gabriel answers her question. "The Halo tryouts--yes, quite a few are participating, as far as I know," so many that Peri doubts all of them will receive the position. If it comes down to it, the she-wolf already plans on dropping out. She is doing this for the sake of learning, not competition. She would be pleased to just watch and listen--getting an official title is simply an added benefit.