01-28-2021, 09:05 AM
She was just a passing glance, an afterthought. She didn't have a high opinion on the typhoon either since Stryker had taken them over. Being new to these lands she figured that their connections were tighter, stronger. Alas, she did not see these bonds like the rest of them seemed to. Her eyes were distant as she watched the two moving toward the windmill, fire shifting that made up her mane. There was truly nothing to say and she had made it clear before that the others including herself was uncessary to what she had come here for. Her eyes slowly narrowed, blue gaze watching the Typhooner for just a moment before she decided to leave. Her attention was perhaps needed elsewhere and she could also at least get a break in. Their herbal search and trade she was sure would go off without a hitch and she couldn't see anything wrong that could occur. Unless their visitors was planning an act of betrayal. But she doubted that so she left the scene almost as soon as she had entered it.
After all she had no herbal knowledge anyway. Save for small tidbits about broken bones and infected wounds. Much of which she had gained from Moth and some she had gained from her own tribe.
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After all she had no herbal knowledge anyway. Save for small tidbits about broken bones and infected wounds. Much of which she had gained from Moth and some she had gained from her own tribe.
--out