Silver Creek Give us a smile, and go on your way

hope you don't mind a daivya <3

She had been nearby when muted voices brushed against the fur of her ears, soft wind caressing her spine - the forest sylph had busied herself with organising and collecting any herbs the winter was kind enough to offer, absorbing herself in her duties and idly wondering about the future; primarily, who would be chosen to be her husband, and whether she would be able to bear young this season. It was what she had been raised for, and Daivya was more than eager to fulfill her purpose.

The hushed chatter had broken her thoughts, though, and white paws swiftly crossed the snow toward them - they sounded feminine, and the Meladi had yet to meet any of the rosings women. When she drew close enough, sleepy eyes of violet glazed over the den, before carefully lingering outside, voice a smooth hot chocolate to match her rosy fur. "Γεια? I'm sorry if i'm interrupting something..." In her maw, she carried a tiny cluster of lavender (adequate at soothing nerves), the scent lingering in the breeze and sweetening the frigid air - there'd been some buried under the snow, and she'd managed to warm it enough to thaw. By the sound of the voices, there had been distress (though what they had said, she'd got no clue), and on the wind there'd been the distinct aroma of a woman in heat. As a medic, it was her job to aid both the women and men in any way she was able.