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    The young warrior found herself interested in plants and herbs, healing kinds of shit. But not exactly. For, currently, she thought more along the lines of all the weird effects plants could have on the body, and how fucking fun it would be to use them in a more... weaponized or pranking sort of way. Thus, Emby had asked Radiant Hope if she would mind teaching her a few things and arranged a proper time so she wouldn't bother the medic.


    So, now was naturally the time. Stepping into the unicorn's medical area, the girl glanced around looking for the fluffy creature. "Hello, Radiant Hope?" she called out, hoping that she herself had gotten the time right.


    SHE'S A FALSE ALARM | tages


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    Hope had been resting, and she awoke, yawning and rubbing her eyes. "Yes, who's there and what do you need?" she murmured sleepily, before giving another huge yawn.


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    The serval brightened up, realizing that she hadn't missed the medic. "Good morning, Radiant. It's Emby, here for some herb lessons, if you've got the time?" she meowed, looking up at the larger creature. Her gaze seemed to fixate on the impressive horn more than anything else; she was not too accustomed to seeing things like that, after all.


    SHE'S A FALSE ALARM | tages


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; border-left: 6px solid #0D0D0D; border-right: 6px solid #0D0D0D; width:436px; color:white;][justify][sub]She glanced down. Oh yes, Embeddedpython. Emby. Right. Yawning again, she shook her pelt out to get rid of some tiredness and smiled while she conjured up a hairbrush and used her unicorn magic to float it and direct it toward her messy light blue mane. [b]"Of course! I'd be happy to teach you. What would you like to learn about?"     she neighed, her blue optics resting on the feline.[/fancypost][/fancypost][align=center]
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