For Saul
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Going through her duties the past few days was more than painfully regular. The expanse of time since she was stuck in bed recovering had not yet been fulfilled with what she missed. Her wrist that had taken the fall had healed nicely, but this was in her own opinion.

She couldn’t recall from whom, but someone had claimed that a new Apothecary was named in Dahlia de Mai. At first the news was just news to her, but after a few days of dealing with the stiffness of her wrist, Ever decided to pay a visit.

As usual, the silver female awoke early when the sun was just casting colors on the ocean water. Saphraine stood by, dozing in the golden dusk of the morning, but became alert as soon as the soft sound of the door closing filled the air. Together, they rode to the stables and fed and watered the horses. With a smile on her face, Ever promised to come by later in the afternoon to groom them.

It was warming up steadily as spring neared, pushing up buds and painting the tips with pale pinks. By now the sun was nearly in the sky and began to attract tufts of clouds tinted with orange and red. Ever pointed her muzzle upwards to admire the season’s beauty. She had plenty of time to enjoy the beginning of spring’s song since neither her or her golden steed had a perfect idea of where Dahlia de Mai was.

Upon coming close to the border, Ever slowed Saphraine to a gentle walk. She could feel her pulse begin to quicken at the thought of being attacked from trespassing. As the scent of the Dahlian’s became stronger, the girl stopped her stallion. He tossed his head in anticipation but she calmed him with a delicate touch of her fingers. It felt odd, being so close to somewhere the hybrid was unfamiliar with, so she decided to wait, stretching out along Saphraine’s silk of a mane.

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Her eyes closed softly after a moment, letting her uninjured arm drift down the side of her horse’s neck. She moved her fingers in circles and messaged the muscles under his supple golden skin. The breezes came and went while she waited, kissing her bare shoulders and raking the leaves off a couple trees. Scents were carried into the air sweet with spring flowers or ocean mist. Ever sighed and slipped further down on Saphraine’s crest, continuing to lace her other hand into his mane.

During the duration of the time she lingered at the borders came thoughts from back home. Nearly all of the snow patches had melted which came to quite a relief to the silver girl. Even though all the obstacles had disappeared from her trail, she found it difficult to visit friends or family. It wasn’t a choice to decide each day whether or not to take the trip to Lunenberg or Halifax, but the matter of not wanting to leave the house. Ezra had been scarce around their beach side shack to the point of where the girl had spent an unbearable amount of time in bed alone.

She shifted again atop her steed, this time catching a slightly different aroma carried by spring’s breath. Ever detected the spicy sweet scent of a Dahlian fast approaching, mixed with the minty taste of herbs. Ocean hued eyes scanned the inside of the territory, gaze drawn to bright spots of color. Rich jade and sea greens stood out starkly compared to the nearly colorless ocean line her eyes were used to yielding.

Although currents of fragrance came in quick waves, the silver girl couldn’t sense any anger or disruption of the natural serenity that became spring. Suddenly, a wolf in tones as earthy and warm as the flora itself appeared in the distance. He approached with ease which instantly calmed Ever. She slipped gracefully off Saphraine, addressing his caring nicker by taking his head in her hands and stroking the easy white blaze on his face.

The boy greeted her as soon as he came close and reminded her she was close to the borders. Ever nodded, brushing back her plethora of amber curls along with the end of her winter blue plaid scarf.

“Thank you, and yes, actually. I am here in search for the newly appraised Apothecary,”

The silver hybrid replied, adding on one of her gently dazzling smiles. Saphraine pushed against her palm, eyeing the male protectively.

Sosovery sorry for the wait, love! <3

She watched the boy return her greeting of a smile. Once Saphraine’s breathing had become normal, the silver girl removed her hands and placed them carefully at her sides. The Dahlian male seemed easy enough, his ears perked in interest instead of backed in hostility. Her smile remained, softer and absent although tinted with slight concern.

”I am Ever Mayawyn, of Cour des Miracles. We have not seen our own Apothecary since the snowstorm,”


Ever admitted, uncomfortable with revealing a fault in the inner workings of the pack. She pulled her arms back up an produced the inside of her injured wrist.

“I broke the bone in my wrist when the winter started while upon my stallion,”

She glanced into the eye of her golden haflinger, pleased to see him remaining calm.

“It has healed, but even during the recuperation I had not had it examined. Although you are currently the youth in training I was seeking someone with at least some general knowledge nearby to help.”

Her wrist was left adrift, fur pulling in the distance sea breeze. It felt odd being so far outside the territory. She could sense the slight discomfort at being close to trespassing. Her nose was still unused to the spicy sweet scents of Dahlia de Mai. Although still far from familiar sights, Ever could make out the signs of spring beyond the neighboring border. Bright buds stood out gently against ripening grass.