Greatwater Lake the promise of spring

He hadn't replied, and she didn't advance the question any further in case he just wished not to speak of it. Sage had forgotten his difference in speech and was confused at first, until recalling his unique way of talking. It was a bit comforting that he had remembered her name, expecting that he would. Cicero had asked if she cared to join in his search for herbs and a small smile took place on her maw. "I don't know much about herbs," she admitted. The yearling had plenty of opportunity to learn herbs and poisons, and was even taught a small amount, but it was quickly forgotten. Her being more focused on the sky as a naturalist category. "But I'd love to join you." 

She had taken a particular liking towards Cicero, perhaps it was his wounds or way of speech, all in all she enjoyed his company and wished to learn more of him and his odd ways.