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"Do you know the art of an Apothecary? Or is it another kind of practice?" The warrior was always in search of a healer. She knew also that her children would follow the path of war, and she wished for them to be safe. Her life was already long-lived for one of her path, she supposed, and she wanted for her children to surpass her.


"Not all are accepting of the ways of others," the melody responded, an imperceptible nod of understanding given to the other. The warrior knew very well of such things, for her own culture did not coincide with the laws of these lands, nor, even, of some beliefs of her lover. At times she felt guilt—and unfamiliar feeling—that she brought such things to her lover. "Such a wound will be deep and eternal.... but it will heal if you allow it to." The scar would remain forever. Cwmfen could understand such a thing now.


"Lolita Monroe," the soft melody sang, her woad-bound maw dipping in that respectful greeting. "I am Cwmfen nic Graine, Adonis and Warrior of Dahlia de Mai." Formality was a thing that came naturally, that always seemed to sing within her voice and within her ever erected posture. She walked as a queen might, with elegent poise. And yet, for her modesty, her elegance was diminished. And she was no queen but a simple warrior, her life purposed to end in violent ways. A soft smile flickered across the tranquil maw, the white orbs beholding the optime shape of the other. "You may be dead, and this wound may never heal," the alto song continued, "but it may diminish with time." There was a brief pause as if she considered the other. " Dahlia can provide for you a home and a solace," the Adonis offered, knowing it to be true. When she had first come to these unfamiliar lands, she had sought only protection from one now dead (although he lingered still within her life—a ‘demon’ as Ezekiel had called him). But she had found much more than she believed that she could, and the boarders, still opened, were beneath her care so that she may offer that same place of solace to another.

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