Wheeling Gull Isle i am clawing at porcelain

Tapat was curious enough to ask a lot of questions. It seemed that the male was not more eager to answer his questions. Tapat nodded and quirked up his lips. "Oh Okay," he spoke and then looked from the seaweed to the male. He explained some more. When to eat it. It was just a snack. Tapat let out a soft nod. He knew Hemlock was a healer. Was this guy a healer too?

"Can it heal anything? Hemlock is a healer! I help carry her plants! Sometimes she explains what they do, but often I forget," he chatted. He knew he was forgetful, that he had a condition. His short term memory wasn't working well, but once he did remember something he didn't forget it quickly.