[AW] rosemary & thyme

[Aibreann]

The young mare had made her way to a forest, one she did not know. The chimera walked with careful hoofsteps, her little leather satchel hidden beneath her large eagle wings. There was no telling what or who the demigoddess would find here in these woods, so it would be best to be on high alert. Aibreann knew how to heal with herbs, but was not skilled in making anything other than those traditional poultices and the like. Her mother had helped teach her when she could come down, even if she was limited to coming down once or twice. The little golden chains that spanned between her antlers glinted in the sun. Her long, slender legs strode easily but cautiously through the woods. Finding a space in the trees, she pushed off the ground and flapped her wings once, aiming to push off one of the sturdy trees that was around the space. She soared in a circle, testing her wing muscles. They had finally recovered from her lengthy flee from her homeland. Landing back on the ground, she stretched them out completely, making sure that none of the feathers were damaged or bent. Dark blue-grey and reddish ears moved around as she heard a voice coming from in the woods. Her head jerked towards the source of the sound, her antler chains tinkling with the sudden movement. Aibreann was a tall but almost delicately built mare. Her build held traces of a sturdier draft breed, but her dished face and arched neck implied she held traces of another breed. She was delicate but sturdy, a perfect mix of her mother and father. Bicolored eyes, mismatched like the rest of her features. Her wings folded back against her sides, their long length spanning her sides. The tips just reached past her rear. The leather satchel at her side was filled with herbs from her homeland, other herbs that were not necessarily common here. The demigoddess wasn't sure what herbs grew here, though she'd be interested to find out. The gentle mare's bicolored eyes were still focused towards the source of the voice, and she would see another winged mare darting through the woods. The white blaze down her face stood out quite obviously from her blue roan and red roan split face. She didn't dare make any advances towards the other mare, her wary and self conscious nature keeping her from making the first move. @Cyrene "Speech."