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Soulpaw made her way forward, flicking her ears enthusiastically. Time to really pay attention, like at the herb-training session! The healer trainee searched her mind to see if she had any questions. [color=white]"What is the best way to appease the gods?" She said the first thing that came to mind. This wasn't really spurting out of Kyrkos' little sacrifice mess-up, it was just something she'd like to know.

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Soulpaw glanced around, gaze landing on Tryggvi. His question echoed in her mind. Why? "He can be my replacement brother," she blurted, the first thing that came to mind. [color=white]"I never had anyone that was ever really apart of my family. He likes me, and I have a feeling he'll stay by my side." The femme gaze Bjorn another once-over. [color=white]"He could do things for me, too, if I find a way to communicate with him. He could look for prey from above, or warn us of intruders," the healer trainee continued. Hm, there were a lot of things he could do!

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Soulpaw looked forlornly at the limp priestess' body before retracting her paws and lowering her head. [color=white]"But... she needs a proper send-off," she protested weakly, yellow optics staying on Smokinghaloes. Staying forever stuck in a strange human-tendril wasn't right.

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[color=white]"Good luck finding another place to call home!" Soulpaw called cheerfully, offering the male a small smile. He had been cool enough when she had seen him, and had certainly been active in the clan. This wasn't a good place for him? That was fine, he could just move on. [color=white]"It was nice knowing you!"

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A little more than half a week ago, she had seen fireflies. Well, not Soulpaw had found a group of butterflies, all fluttering around a specific pine tree. She had no idea what was so special about that one tree, but it didn’t really matter to her either. She reached a paw up and a few of the fragile insects landed on it, then flew off back into the bunch.

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[color=white]"Poison?" Soulpaw squeaked as she followed the chieftain. She glanced at Tryggvi, acknowledging his instructions but really not wanting anything to do with these 'poisons.' She was perfectly fine, thank you. Honestly, it seemed like the rest of her clanmates were as well.

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[color=white]"He does have wings," Soulpaw pointed out, eyeing Kyrkos. She was pretty sure that the only alcoholic here - because that seemed to be the term for the people that turned strange was drinking liquid - was Kyrkos. [color=white]"I'm fine, thanks for asking though!" she said brightly, tipping her head to the male.

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Prayer. Soulpaw could do that! The healer trainee nodded vigorously towards Tryggvi. [color=white]"Got it!" she told him, settling back down and waiting for him to continue. That was the one thing she needed to clear up, and his answer had actually simplified things for her a lot.

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[color=white]"Alcohol makes people weird," Soulpaw affirmed. [color=white]"What about the poison-plants you mentioned earlier? What do they look like? So that I can avoid them, of course," she said to Oceanwave, tipping her calico head to the side. She had tasted a berry before, and thankfully it hadn't been a poisonous one.

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Her former statement brought a question to her mind, though she didn't voice it. What kind of fairy was Kyrkos? Just a general fairy? Was that even a thing? She had no clue, and instead turned back to her castle and continued to build it, deciding that Kyrkos was now too hard of a target. He was a bajillion feet up in the air!

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That actually sounded really cool, to become a fairy. Fairies just spread goodness and love around, right? Well... she have Kyrkos a glance. Those were things she could say Kyrkos didn't spread, but whatever. [color=white]"Maybe I'll have you make me into a fairy at some point," she responded, leaping still-higher.

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Soulpaw was way too trusting for her own good, that was the problem. In fact, as she tilted her head to the side at Kyrkos, she was only confused at what was so funny, not mad. [color=white]"What?" she asked the winged canine. [color=white]"Not supposed to eat them? Are they poisoned?" Her yellow optics widened.

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Arse? Seemed like she knew very few words. [color=white]"What's an arse?" she asked, trying the word out and mentally attempting to clue it out. Paw? Mouth? Tail? [color=white]"And how about we just go find a clean stream for you to wash it out in?" she suggested with an amiable flick of her tail.

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Soulpaw lifted her head, glancing up at Rakel and Oceanwave. She let out a mental squeak. What if some of these berries she was destroying were important and rare herbs? But she figured that her mentor would say something if they were. [color=white]"I'm trying to make the color lavender," she explained promptly. [color=white]"I've only seen it once before, but I loved it and wanted to see it again!"

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So they were called fireflies? And they were the supposed lives of a former person, given new life as a sort of guide. Soulpaw nodded solemnly, taking this in stride. [color=white]"Are there lots of different stories, then?" she clarified. She really liked Lotusfall's story, but there were probably lots of other explanations for fireflies.

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Soulpaw raised her head to Oceanwave and gave her a perk nod. [color=white]"I know! I'll make sure that they don't," she promised her mentor, already leaning down to scoop up a few pine needles that weren't exactly in her nest. They would dry out... but until then, they would make the area where she slept a little fresher - which was another thing she was looking for.

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Soulpaw looked the feverfew over, getting a feel for its appearance. Feverfew, for fevers. [color=white]"Is it effective against colds, too?" she asked, committing the new information to memory. There was so many herbs! And they were only just barely scratching the surface, she had a feeling.

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Soulpaw nodded solemnly without another word, and leaned down and began to tug at the tendril. She had to be careful not to prick herself; the thing was rather sharp, as Smokinghaloes' slit throat showed. It was hard to bend, as well. [color=white]"Could you help with this first?" the healer trainee requested Evelyn, dubbing that the dragon would probably have more luck with this than her.

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Prayer was the best way that Soulpaw could please the gods, so pray she would. The femme had assumed a fetal position, Bjorn the crow watching a few feet away. The healer trainee settled down further into the ground, imagining her words and then beginning to mouth them. Gods, thank you for all you have done for us. We would be lost without you. Was that a regular prayer? She was just going to assume so, since she didn’t know any better.

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