It is possible that she would never understand the elaborate pull of the swamp on the girl; surely she had her own heart dedicated to places others wouldn't be part of--the forever-snow of Hiemsterra, the blood-strewn fields of Jarl--and maybe it was a similar feeling for Yana there in her Dusk niche. The quiet hum of creatures living alongside them was a comfort she could likely get used to, but her mind went other places than the swamp. With Yana's declaration of wanting to call it her own, Rann passed the task of keeping it in check to her. And though the point was for Yana to watch over it, the painted mare could never have imagined how dedicated her fellow company would be to making it truly remarkable.
She watches Yana go through the motions of focusing on both her own task and Rann's interruption, the latter of them merely hanging back to observe. There was no annoyance, no frustration in the sovereign's features as the white-speckled girl carried on with her voluntary job; instead, respect wrote itself across her heart as she waited for a moment to speak. With the admittance of requiring help, Rann picked herself up and moved toward the various lengths of cords and glanced down at them. She wasn't unfamiliar with the process of manipulating plant-life, but most of her trials were meant for weapons or healing salves. As Yana explained the deceivingly simple-looking looping of tying the threads around themselves, she picked one up and copied the demonstration. She was too invested to realize that the girl was uncomfortable around her, shifting eyes and unease safe as Yana's secret for the time.
The silence was a heavy thing as she worked on picking up yet another cord, determined to help her swamp witch. Yet the blackened mare spoke up again, and a slight smile passed over the cream and blue colored's lips. Traps seemed a little unnecessary when the swamp waters itself was more likely to pick up any prey wandering through, but she did not question the motive behind the reasoning. The explanation came shortly after, and sea-green eyes measured Yana evenly. "And what is the study?" She chuckled lightly, dropping her cord and giving the girl as much attention that she gave herself. The true purpose of the job didn't much matter to her, but teasing her to-be champion would hopefully lighten the mood.
She swung her head in disagreement at Yana's statement of 'not having time' for her, but skipped to her own thoughts. "You have helped some already, with ailments," and she paused slightly to allow the words a chance to resonate, "And I wish you to be our Champion of Healing." When the words left her tongue, her lips turned into a reassuring smile as she remembered Florentine's disbelief and doubt when she made her Emissary. "It would require more time at the tower, teaching other caretakers of the skills of healing..." And there she trailed off, letting some time for Yana to process her newest, bold request.
She watches Yana go through the motions of focusing on both her own task and Rann's interruption, the latter of them merely hanging back to observe. There was no annoyance, no frustration in the sovereign's features as the white-speckled girl carried on with her voluntary job; instead, respect wrote itself across her heart as she waited for a moment to speak. With the admittance of requiring help, Rann picked herself up and moved toward the various lengths of cords and glanced down at them. She wasn't unfamiliar with the process of manipulating plant-life, but most of her trials were meant for weapons or healing salves. As Yana explained the deceivingly simple-looking looping of tying the threads around themselves, she picked one up and copied the demonstration. She was too invested to realize that the girl was uncomfortable around her, shifting eyes and unease safe as Yana's secret for the time.
The silence was a heavy thing as she worked on picking up yet another cord, determined to help her swamp witch. Yet the blackened mare spoke up again, and a slight smile passed over the cream and blue colored's lips. Traps seemed a little unnecessary when the swamp waters itself was more likely to pick up any prey wandering through, but she did not question the motive behind the reasoning. The explanation came shortly after, and sea-green eyes measured Yana evenly. "And what is the study?" She chuckled lightly, dropping her cord and giving the girl as much attention that she gave herself. The true purpose of the job didn't much matter to her, but teasing her to-be champion would hopefully lighten the mood.
She swung her head in disagreement at Yana's statement of 'not having time' for her, but skipped to her own thoughts. "You have helped some already, with ailments," and she paused slightly to allow the words a chance to resonate, "And I wish you to be our Champion of Healing." When the words left her tongue, her lips turned into a reassuring smile as she remembered Florentine's disbelief and doubt when she made her Emissary. "It would require more time at the tower, teaching other caretakers of the skills of healing..." And there she trailed off, letting some time for Yana to process her newest, bold request.
And all our problems make us powerless
the amount of sorry that i am for how long this took cannot be expressed ;; <333
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