Sequoia Coast A healing I will go

Majesty approached the female slowly, trying to place her in his mind. All he remembered was that he had probably called her pretty and that his meeting with her had been a nice one. Her name... had a color in it? Maybe? He cursed in his head. Usually he was better at remembering faces and names. He had been meeting so many of them recently, though, that even his memory was failing him. And then with a sudden burst, he remembered her name: Blue Willow. She was a healer. Her family had been gypsies - and storytellers.

He put down the rabbit skin as he neared her and said, "Hello, Miss Willow. How do you do this fine day?" Curiously, he raised an eyebrow at the seaweed hanging off of her. "And... if you don't mind me asking, what are you doing?"