Bearclaw Valley not lightly do the leaves of Lothlórien fall {J}

the fire-eyed fae had squinted at her for a moment, and she truly wondered what the other saw when she looked at her? but that thought was but a flight of fancy. she cut it off at it's root and grinned once again. "I'm by no means the best healer but I know a thing or two. and a few weeks ago traveling through here, stumbled across a treasure trove in the form of a yearling, lots of bad scarring and such on her sides and face- but for a yearling, she sure had a lot of knowledge. seemed to be running from something, so I didn't have a lot of time with her but she loved ashwagandha . cute little pup, gotta admit."

she blinked for a moment and then laughed. "sorry, got sidetracked... where was I? oh, naturalists and trades and bears... I can be a healer if you need one, though with the pupping and looking after pups- I only ever did it for myself, not sure what I could do for another but eh. who knows? naturalist sounds like it could be fun and this bear of yours seems to be a right hoot. wonder if he'd be up for a lazy game of logic..." hestia mused quietly and then blinked once again, distracted by her thoughts. "well, you struck gold with this place I dare say."