Northstar Vale Skin and Bones

thanks for the thread! <3

She was weeding the garden plots, tearing the invasive plants up by the roots with angry little jerks of her teeth - any frustration expelled upon the poor weeds. 

As the soft rustling of lost footfalls, the healer straightened - ears perking and paw lifting in a 'point' posture as she peered into the forest. At the sight of the ghostly figure she relaxed, catching a glimpse of freckled features and jade gems. 

"Lady Corra," the pallid wyvern called out softly in beckon, despite being of a higher rank. 

"'ow are ye feelin'?" Awenfen would inquire with the gentle probing common to the druids, expression empathic and alight with curiosity, should the Peasant come closer. 

"Vould ye care fer a bite ta eat?" Would come the northron's next motherly question.