The girl was unsettled that the herb was pulled from the ground but unrooted it would soothe the aching body of the hurt and stressed; the vervain's use still planted was limited. Maerys, however, grasped that the merchants in Denocte would dive over each other for even one stalk of the plant, after all, Dawn and Night were so removed from each other that it was rare the midnight souls of that court would venture to Delumine frequently enough to have little need to purchase the plant.

"Apologize to the realm by spreading joy with thy music," Maerys responded to the girl's grief, her tone tender and the whisper of a smile adorning her whiskered features. The earth would flourish under the girl's succulent noises; the fowl would purr, the breeze would sway, and the heavens would rage cerulean.

As Willoughby thanked the soldier, she dipped her skull and replied, "tis my own pleasure." Maerys' fondness for information and education had made it so she was eternally prepared to impart her wisdom to others. She was exhilarated that the pegasus was open to listening and learning, perhaps even enjoying becoming more intimate with the meadow's diverse flora.

They'd only known each other briefly, at first just strangers able to smile and greet each other with hellos, but after their chat, Maerys knew the next time she saw the girl she would refer to her as a friend, a bond she believed would only blossom should they run into each other more frequently. "Goodbye," she replied as the girl began to retreat.

After just a momentary pause, before Maerys began her duties once more, she called to the pegasus one last time: "Stayeth safe during thy travels!"

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