Phoenix Maplewood That's the Spirit

Her smiled remained, as did her amusement. She knew Cita was a literal creature and this, she did not mind. The sudden tension in her friend drained away as quickly as it had come as she moved to care for the flower, Nochtli's bright eyes following her across the garden. In the silence, the dark girl took once more to licking her fur, ridding her mouth of the last few remnants of earthy grit. It was not a taste she enjoyed, nor a texture, and she was not sure how the medic could stand it. Then again, herbology was practically Citali's calling and she supposed it was an acquired taste. Literally.

"Not at all. I enjoyed the challenge." It had been something new and while not quite exciting, it had kept her busy and useful at the same time. Nocta had been through quite a few flowers before she found the right one, and even then, she'd observed it long and hard to make sure it had been what she was looking for. "What made you get into healing, Cheetah?" She asked suddenly, paws tucking under her chest. It was not something they had discussed before, and as their friendship aged, Nochtli felt it was something she should know, if only to learn more about the mocha female.