Wapun Meadow Sing, Bluebird, sing

Moments passed as her words were accompanied by a series of confused gestures from the boy. It had made perfect sense in her head, yet to a stranger she supposed it would be a little baffling. "It wasn't unknown for a Dezba to have herbal knowledge," she'd explain. Her father had been a warrior, yet had received lessons from her soft-spoken mother; a way of affection, of sharing knowledge to ensure an equal understanding within a relationship. "I was still undergoing my training, though, and so it was forbidden for me to seek teaching from the healers."

Her express ion remained thoughtful. "I used to watch them whilst I was preparing to spar."