gone already - private; eternalknight

[rhosmari]

AND IT'S HALF PAST THREE
[align=center]AND I GOT ANGEL WINGS

BUT A DEVIL'S GRIN

AND ONLY ONE CAN WIN

elsweyr — tanglewood — three years

A smile pulled at her muzzle when he spoke of it being impressive if she managed to take the bull down on her own. She always liked to think that she had good hunting skills and she hoped that they would come in handy one day. She breathed in softly, drenching her inflated ego as she tilted her head. His accent was so strange, nothing she was used to. It was rough, pleasing on the ears though she supposed she would never actually say that around him. It was too...forward. Still she had not actually given much thought to her wound nor had she figured he would actually say anything about it. Her figure pulled up a bit as she stopped sharpening on of the bones she was currently making into a dagger. Her eyes flicked toward her wounded shoulder. "If he wishes to look at it then he can. It does not hurt too bad but she doesn't know much like he does when it comes to healing." She never listened to her teachers back in the tribe. Too enthralled with learning her combat and her hunting to take on what she had once thought was pointless and not worth her time. Though growing up she knew better but she had a hard time memorizing and understand the many uses of healing plants.