04-17-2021, 07:05 PM
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With a father skilled in shady businesses and a sea witch for a mother, the tiny hybrid new that herbs existed. Knew they were important to her parents and some of the work they did. But truthfully... Little else.
Webbed paws had been digging into the sand, pulling up small shells when she heard Winterhymns' call. Rounded ears perked. Sea-green hues blank. Medici? She didn't really know what he was talking about... But her father was there! Offering help. With what? The plants...?
She sniffed softly, scrambling over her father's paws. Peering over at the legate's set up in confusion. She leaned back, shaking some sand off her snow white fur. Still lost... But curious. It had to be important to gather everyone over. "Dia dhuit, mester Win! What're you talkin about?"
[/td][/tr][/table]Webbed paws had been digging into the sand, pulling up small shells when she heard Winterhymns' call. Rounded ears perked. Sea-green hues blank. Medici? She didn't really know what he was talking about... But her father was there! Offering help. With what? The plants...?
She sniffed softly, scrambling over her father's paws. Peering over at the legate's set up in confusion. She leaned back, shaking some sand off her snow white fur. Still lost... But curious. It had to be important to gather everyone over. "Dia dhuit, mester Win! What're you talkin about?"
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