Sometimes, all a girl needs is a different perspective. Here I am complaining about gathering moss, and Ra's goes and points out the obvious thing that I should have noticed to begin with. Of course what I am doing is useful! Sinopa would not send me out of some ridiculous mission if it did not serve a higher purpose. Maybe I am just being impatient with the task at hand. I find the smile that breaks across my face as he goes on to give me reasons for the job I am to be completely natural and honestly one of the only true smiles I have broken in Moladion. My white plume gives a wag and I am absolutely ecstatic that he knows of the healing arts. I meet his spring gaze and the pupils of my dark blues expand, my eyes adjusting to better take in the details of his face.

I let go of a little laugh as he concludes his speech about my usefulness. I am glad someone thinks that I have use, sometimes I worry that what my mother always told me was right. I think I want to ask him questions, just to hear the rich tones of his man-boy voice some more. "So, you said medicine woman, I have only ever heard the term used by Gypsy kind. Do you come from a band?" I would have continued my own gypsy path had it not been for my mother leaving her yearling daughter behind. I wish I were capable of hate sometimes, I would hate her with every ounce of my bleeding heart. My gaze remains bright, searching his face for any sign of discomfort at the question, should he show any, I will be quick to withdraw it and replace it with another!