slow reply :c <3 wc: 300+
She could see the other's turmoil, bubbling within the ivory she-wolf as the woman held her gaze in a direct and desperate stare. Alaine's heart swelled with horror and sympathy for this stranger, this woman to whom she felt such kindred linkage. And, though it seemed to be such a difficult motion, the ivory lady even made the effort to take a step towards her. Words hung suspended between them in the fragile air, as a gentle palm found contact with her shoulder. The apothecary stood still and firm, her gaze direct, knowing this to be an important and crucial moment for the other Fae.
Her gratitude was taken with a slight smile, but emerald eyes were saddened, grieving for the pain she still saw within the other. However, the woman's attempt to speak of her home-language brought forth a genuine smile, the spark of true friendship warring in her heart. The collie-woman wanted, as was her purpose and her skill, to take away pain - It was what she reveled in, the knowing that she could help another with her hands. It made her feel useful, now that her son had disappeared on some rogue adventure, and her life had crumbled to rogue shambles at her feet. To pick up the pieces of her own life seemed too difficult, but maybe, just maybe, she could do something to better the life of this other wounded soul.
Her hand rose to rest on the woman's slender shoulder, mirroring her other movement like some sort of tribal greeting, some ancient action that identified them as one and the same. And then she stepped back to gather her leather satchel, slinging the full bag over one shoulder so that it bumped merrily at her hip. The pixie foreigner returned her gaze to the other woman, and her voice was soothing, her smile welcoming.
"Why do you not walk with me for a while, mistress? The day is perfect for wandering, and losing oneself." Her smile was momentarily dimmed by sadness, but refusing to allow the emotion to color her tone, the healer held out one palm in offering to the ivory she-wolf. Her emerald eyes flickered. "I should like to... To hear about your daughter, if you may speak of her." This time, her accented tone was hushed, her eyes dipped respectfully. Sometimes, it eased the soul to speak of those past. Alaine considered telling the woman that her child was with the earthmother now, with Dea, but it seemed inappropriate, for perhaps she shared not the same beliefs as the collie-woman.
Alaine Speaks
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