Whitebark Stream And so it begins

the healer. surya cocked his head, quite intrigued. he chuckled lightly as her tail sent a stack of plants to the ground, though there was no cruelty in his laughter, only a shared sense of levity. she was pretty, after all, and he wasn't in the habit of making fun of pretty girls.

what kind of herbs? he asked, entering the den with careful steps and observing aphrodite's stores. he had been staring at the flowers for a long moment before remembering his manners, looking up and adding sheepishly, oh—i'm surya. i am new here.

there hadn't really been a dedicated healer in nitya-mata, only wolves with some knowledge of plants and their properties. for his part, surya knew nothing. but he was willing to learn. . .especially from an enthusiastic teacher.