Sleeping Dragon California nights

I sense counselor potential in this thread *insert maniac laughter*

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With her head low Uleön strolled about the sleeping beast, making a superficial recognition of the herbal supplies she recognized and thoroughly inspecting those she didn't as well. Portia had awaken something inside her, a curiosity for plants that she hadn't felt in years. One in particular caught her attention, a pink capsule hanging from a long, curved stem. Easily recognizable by the ants creeping around it, stealing the seeds produced by the flower. A Bleeding Heart. Uleön smiled at the memory of Aro explaining her how the ants would eat the white part out of the seed and then dispose of the rest.

The Sage would have stared at the plant for hours, rewinding the memories of those expeditions with her forbidden paramour if her focus hadn't been broken by the Bandrona's mumbling curse. Her head snapped back to find her fiery figure, and not without observing her find a seat under a tree first did she get up and find her way up to her. She looked aloof, like something was bothering her, and Uleön knew how to recognize a debating soul when she saw it. "Wildfire," she greeted with a smile and a polite dip of her snout, priding herself on the fact that she wasn't senile enough to forget names yet. "Mind if I join you?" she asked seeing the opportunity to offer some comfort.

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