I'll show you
what I'm made of
what I'm made of
A HEART FULL OF FIRE
The summer is beautiful, a perfect time to actually leave the court interior and wander among the meadow that houses many an herb.
The sun beats down on a striped body, small and dainty as Eirene makes her way through the taller grasses, small hooves picking up small clods of dirt with her steps as she keeps a keen eye out. There's much to learn about what grows where, and while she should be sticking herself into the court itself . . . well. At the moment, her collection begs to be grown, in a literal sense. Gathering the seeds and flowers of what she needs will benefit her and the Court, if she's kept as a medic. So far, it's been mostly learning faces, though she's yet to actually introduce herself to anyone.
The zorse has heard the name Ipomoea a lot, and the relation of a title -- Sovereign. It's an unusual one, but she's only ever been around Elders and disciples, a herd equipped to heal, not to rule over a land. They had all been travelers, gathering their herbs and helping the actual herds they came across, lending healing hands and soft words, potent potions and salves to cure the ailed. Eirene learned much from them, as much as potentially possible, anyway. Leaving had been a way to ensure she still grew her skills, developed them in ways that the old herd had only ever dreamed off.
Hooves pause, and she becomes aware that she's wandered a bit far into the grasses, her mind wandering off to the past and leaving her body to simply run on an auto-pilot. Not the best idea, all things considered. She's learned a lot of the world on her own, and that most of said world had short tempers and very sharp teeth if they were so inclined to use them as well as their sharp tongues. Soft as she is, she has also learned that such things are merely how the world works, and to not let them anchor her free floating spirit down. Perhaps that's why she's met so many patients with short words and been able to walk away with a smile on her face.
Shifting her weight, Eirene tilts her horned head downward toward a small herb as her mind wanders on the past, nosing against a leaf and trying to identify the smell before her ears flick back, catching sound of . . . something. Lifting her head up again, she looks much like a zebra, eyes roaming and ears flicking back and forth, listening, before once again dropping down. Carefully, she uses her telekinesis to pick the herb -- roots and all -- before stashing it into a satchel that's already fit to burst with greenery and tangled roots. The other satchel against her hip seems to just clink and clank when she walks, the tinkle of glass gently bouncing off of each other.
Carefully, Eirene makes her way through the grasses and flowers, on the hunt for yet another plant if she can find it. It isn't until she's nearly nose deep in the dirt that she hears movement, and she lifts her head with a flick of her mane, antlers gleaming in the light and --- "Hello?" a soft voice parting her lips.
The sun beats down on a striped body, small and dainty as Eirene makes her way through the taller grasses, small hooves picking up small clods of dirt with her steps as she keeps a keen eye out. There's much to learn about what grows where, and while she should be sticking herself into the court itself . . . well. At the moment, her collection begs to be grown, in a literal sense. Gathering the seeds and flowers of what she needs will benefit her and the Court, if she's kept as a medic. So far, it's been mostly learning faces, though she's yet to actually introduce herself to anyone.
The zorse has heard the name Ipomoea a lot, and the relation of a title -- Sovereign. It's an unusual one, but she's only ever been around Elders and disciples, a herd equipped to heal, not to rule over a land. They had all been travelers, gathering their herbs and helping the actual herds they came across, lending healing hands and soft words, potent potions and salves to cure the ailed. Eirene learned much from them, as much as potentially possible, anyway. Leaving had been a way to ensure she still grew her skills, developed them in ways that the old herd had only ever dreamed off.
Hooves pause, and she becomes aware that she's wandered a bit far into the grasses, her mind wandering off to the past and leaving her body to simply run on an auto-pilot. Not the best idea, all things considered. She's learned a lot of the world on her own, and that most of said world had short tempers and very sharp teeth if they were so inclined to use them as well as their sharp tongues. Soft as she is, she has also learned that such things are merely how the world works, and to not let them anchor her free floating spirit down. Perhaps that's why she's met so many patients with short words and been able to walk away with a smile on her face.
Shifting her weight, Eirene tilts her horned head downward toward a small herb as her mind wanders on the past, nosing against a leaf and trying to identify the smell before her ears flick back, catching sound of . . . something. Lifting her head up again, she looks much like a zebra, eyes roaming and ears flicking back and forth, listening, before once again dropping down. Carefully, she uses her telekinesis to pick the herb -- roots and all -- before stashing it into a satchel that's already fit to burst with greenery and tangled roots. The other satchel against her hip seems to just clink and clank when she walks, the tinkle of glass gently bouncing off of each other.
Carefully, Eirene makes her way through the grasses and flowers, on the hunt for yet another plant if she can find it. It isn't until she's nearly nose deep in the dirt that she hears movement, and she lifts her head with a flick of her mane, antlers gleaming in the light and --- "Hello?" a soft voice parting her lips.
@Isolt
