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Mon Feb 12, 2018 12:19 pm
Tue Feb 13, 2018 7:38 pm
Willow did a lot of walking in his life. As an herbalist, that meant going through woody and swampy areas looking for things to pick, pluck, and toss into a basket. He was still working through his deceased father’s book, but with the lessons Thyri had given him, his grasp of plants had grown that he was comfortable with the more common things.
There was one catch to his walk that day: it was winter and most things could not be harvested in winter. Instead, he just meandered around, learning the lay of the new place he inhabited. He hoped to grow a small private garden in his house, having picked one that may have been modestly sized but had a generous plot to garden in. It did still mean, however, that he had to figure out what was around that he could transplant when his small, small stock of seeds failed to fill up even half the real estate.
Willow was lost in thought about how on earth to go about doing the layout of his future garden that he did not hear the horses coming. It took him a good moment to notice them coming toward him, and he found himself shocked to see them. The riders were female, and he screwed up his face at the thought of horses. He had had enough of caring for horses in the Court; he was not about to deal with them after being free of the duty.
He stood against a tree, just watching them approach, trying not to look too off-putting.
Sat Feb 17, 2018 12:38 pm
Thu Feb 22, 2018 7:58 pm
He watched her approach and he felt that familiar bubble in his belly over strangers and meeting them. Willow was notoriously terrible at interacting with quite literally everyone that he met. He felt like a person only his family could understand, regardless of how much he mouthed off to them. With a new pack, he found himself watching his mouth far more, which brought about its own set of anxiety. He may have been far less intentionally rude, but he then had to worry about being unintentionally rude or presenting himself wrong.
He swallowed that concern, blinking at the woman that rode. She dismounted and left her horse behind her as she approached him with all the cheer that reminded him of more happy-go-lucky folk he knew. Vaguely, very vaguely, it reminded him of Serena.
Willow raised a brow at her. ”Well, we are a new pack, so not surprised.” His tone was a little callous. He noticed instantly and winced. Fingers nervously looped around his neck to the nape, running digits through the straight length of hair that rested over his shoulder. ”Sorry, yeah, no.” Lord, he was so bad at being normal. ”I am Willow.” At least that was a normal sentence for a person to say, though one out of three was still a fail.
”Have you been in the area long?” he asked, feeling the awkward words leaving his mouth, making him ready to bury that stupid head of his in six feet of sand.