Moonspear ^___________^

Tiuttuk gave the mint a quick sniff before snatching it up in her teeth. As she chewed, she tasted something slightly earthy before the sharp, cooling flavor flooded her mouth. It was strange but not unpleasant. Pie was just glad her mouth no longer tasted like spew.

As she chewed, she drank in the healer’s—Bridget’s—every word. Pie wasn’t prone to nerves or stress. She was happy-go-lucky, if anything. She couldn’t think of any particular event that might have triggered these upsets. Pauk’s disappearance and Sialuk’s subsequent sadness were the worst things that had happened in her short life, yet they were fairly old news by now…

Pie swallowed and said, Nice to meet you too. Thanks for this. She gestured at her mouth. How do you know if you’re nervous or stressed? I don’t think I am but… I don’t know, she said ponderously, shrugging.