the road less traveled
She gives a nod, quietly inviting the tale and enraptured by the telling. Some equines may not think her, daresay, intelligent. They thought the little bird a dense beast. Unwilling to learn new things, unwilling to change her view... Willoughby was not that sort. She loved to learn new things. She loved to hear new stories. This one came with fact, logic and learning.
Vervain. Nerve damage. Stress reliever. "Oh, I wish I could give it away for free then" she tuts a bit, looking down at the pretty purple plant "I just... really need the coin" Willoughby sighs "the instrument would assist my routine. I am an aspiring bard, you see. It would help bring in more money so I can live."
But she goes on, a bright smile as she speaks of her music. "It is a flute. Silver with ivy etchings wrapping around it like a vine... Oh, it is also enchanted I'm told. It links with my mind and plays for its owner the music that I want it to play" Willoughby giggles softly "I do not have any sort of magic, so this is very helpful."
@Maerys / speaks
