Blacktail Deer Plateau praise to the earth mother.

Harlyn smiled gratefully at the woman and her son.  Her grin broadened when she was referred to as 'Miss Harlyn', finding it to be charming having them call her such.  The young gentleman seemed eager for the task his mother set and was quick to go rooting around in the cache she'd indicated.  While he went foraging, the druid turned her attention back to the beta.

"A healer and storyteller?" Harlyn replied, tilting her head lightly to the side, "You and I do have much more in common than I was aware.  My family was very passionate about sharing the tales of our ancestry and heritage.  It was one of my absolute favorite things about growing up with them.  I carry their stories very close to my heart, as I'm sure you do as well."

The druid's eyes drifted back to Casmir again as he dropped the pigeon at her feet.  She gave him a smile and dip of her muzzle.  "Why thank you," she said politely before leaning down to begin plucking away some of the feathers.  She was not particularly hungry, but propriety did not allow her to decline the gift he'd brought to her.

Blue was all about manners, had always been. Her mother had raised her as such. Told her if she wasn't polite, and nice wasn't any point in talking. And Blue adhered to that rule, often and very well. She smiled softly as her youngest son set to work finding what was needed, and promptly getting their guest some food. Such a perfect little gentleman, though sloppy when he ate. She quieted a soft chuckle.

Blue smiled and dipped her head. Yes I do love a good story. You should have heard my father tell one, though. Now that was a story teller. Her eyes grew misty as she thought of him for a moment, but she smiled despite it. She missed him, but she had no doubt he was up there spinning a yard or two for any that happened to enter the fold.

Blue chuckled, I"m sorry that it's not the newest fare. We mostly keep it stocked for the babes. But they are often out and about on adventures now.