Northstar Vale honeybee

The sweet hum of Tamar’s voice played like a melody, leading the redstone figure to where she was nosing at herbs. Arsenio watched her for several minutes, admiring the way that she delicately observed the plants. He wondered if she had learned a good deal about their healing properties from Aquene, or if they had not had the opportunity to share the medicines that the Mereo healer used.

Tamar, his voice sang into the vale. Arsenio approached her flank, brushing his snout to the plush sandy fur near her ribs. The cold of his snout lingered there for a moment to drink in her scent before he smiled to his wife. My love, what plants have you found today?