Herbalists' Cache To build an empire

The look of surprise on his handsome features was enough to let Alkiva know that he hadn't seen her approaching. She regretted this slightly, as she'd used her daintiest trot to approach, and had even posed slightly when she'd come to a halt. Nevertheless, he did seem pleased enough to see her, and that would do. Her cheeks grew warm as he turned his gaze to her, and she tilted her head slightly, allowing the sun to catch her eyes though she had to fight to keep herself from squinting. Just let them sparkle, she told herself, finally allowing herself to blink away the dryness when he greeted her and bowed. Needless to say, Alkiva was heavily flattered by the gesture, and found a giddy grin creeping onto her face- but she smoothed it quickly into a slightly sheepish, flattered and bashful smile, turning her muzzle away slightly in a modest gesture. 

"Alkiva," She said, bending one dainty foreleg and returning the bow by leaning her shoulder toward the ground, turning her face sideways slightly so she could still see him. "Alkiva Songbreeze." She said as an afternote. She straightened and padded forward, hesitating when he sat when her eyes were drawn to his still bloody shoulder. Her ears turned back in genuine concern. "You're hurt," She cooed, the blue in her eyes swirling with concern. "Let me help you, please?" She said, slightly excitement rising in her throat as she sensed the possibility of winning him over with a nurturing touch.