Northstar Vale Right Beside You

He was more of a gentleman than any other she had come across—and as he tried to assure her he would be fine, she disliked the feeling of sending him on his way with a broken face immensely.

“Lady Aquene is a healer, then?” It was mild chit chat—best to gather information on their allies while she had the chance. Nimble paws began to roam, her amber eyes cast upon the vale floor, nosing through the brush to see if she could see nay trace of the bright orange or yellow of the marigold plant. Or, even any other form or herb or medicine she could use.

“You speak her name with respect,” she noted, casting him a quick glance for his reaction. “Is she also your leader?” 

But there—past even his own bright sun kissed fur—she saw the hint of something in the brush, and she shot forward, unable to contain the excited squeal from her lips as she investigated further, nudging the marigold with a certain amount of victory. “I knew I saw some before!”

And so Meadow began her work, plucking the delicate flower gingerly, gathering it.