Hideaway Strath You think you are

Another day, another play. How interesting this one seemed to be, this theater filled with the middle act of False Heart. The star was a gentle beautiful, frail and delicate looking. She thought the kitten was her lover but there was an air around him that the dove seemed to detect, was it she read his lines before the play never started? A shake of skull clad head cleared her mind, she had been close and her lips were not free to speak line that she was suppose to say.

Oh the director must have been upset with her, she seemed to always know everyone's lines. Everyone's but not her own, she seemed to do as she thought worked better. A script could be boring, she was very fond of the unpredictable. The Medic moved with a gliding step, appearing in front of the odd pair as if from magic or thin air. She set down the bundled rabbit skin and let its contents show, she was ready to treat this wonton thing.

A gentle smile touched her lips but that was lost behind the head of their Lord's last betrayer, the symbolism should not have been lost on the striped man. "Ah, darlin' it would seem you need some fixing up" her voice seemed like a melody and song without a tune but she looked down at desplat if medicinal herbs, she tail gave a few lazy movements. Back and forth, back and forth. She pushed Ginger and mint into a skull that belonged to a small doe, crushing them with a mushroom that she was not too sure what it would give. It was not poisonous but it would surely make the girl feel rather pleasant, she had munched on one and felt like she would float but maybe it had different effects.

She pushed the mixture to the injured woman known as Sasha and gave a smile, "for the pain." she spoke, her eyes watching the with interest. How long would it take to effect this one?