The Tangle Settle down, it'll all be clear

So that’s where he was from — Lost Creek, near Diaspora. Aure herself had no time to dwell on this new insight, since there were a myriad of them being presented to her at this very moment. So she tethered herself to the Creek-male’s words, and her fragile ears quivered forward in genuine interest.

He wanted to heal? That was good. ”And what about ze bad plants? I would hope you’d like to learn of those, too?” Her voice was a gentle tease, and she gave a shrug of thin shoulders, beckoning him along into the gnarled hinterlands and away from the treacherous drops.

Of course, she intended for them to skirt through the least precarious pathways. In her honest opinion, the skayona believed that a bit of dabbling in the practice — healing — never hurt, whether you caught a splinter or something worse in your system. She said as much: ”With your interest in remedies, you are already a step further than most I know are willing to go.”