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05.Dec.12, 08:01 AM
Apari had hesitated outside the door until she realized that Nejerc was waiting for her. Quickly stepping inside as she held Cinnamon close, she made quick work to move to the side so that she was not too close to either of the men as her fellow candidate closed the door. She half listened as she looked around from her position, not helping herself to the room though clearly interested in seeing what made up the Master Healer’s living space. She probably should have known better than to be so openly nosy about it, but it didn’t last long as the word’s she heard suddenly sunk in.
Spinning around, she stared at Nejerc with wide eyes, ready to tell the man exactly what she thought of him accusing the Master Healer, but she found herself cut short as he held up a hand and continued. Hearing what his question truly was and why he was asking it, she slowly closed her mouth again, chewing on her lower lip. Okay… maybe those were important questions to be asking and they certainly didn’t point a threatening finger at Talian. And after all, being a Master Healer, he’d certainly know the answer to those questions, wouldn’t he?
Sure, as a farmcrafter and one who specialized in herbs and spices, she knew what the plant looked like and where to find it and the fact that it was poisonious… but she had no idea how to actually use the plant. Nor did she know exactly what the symptoms were or really any sort of detail besides the fact that it defiantly should NOT be kept in her spice garden.
Shuffling Cinnamon a little in her arms, she turned her gaze toward Talian and decided that, for the moment, she’d be quiet and let the men sort out what needed to be said. After all, Nejerc seemed to know what needed to be asked.
Spinning around, she stared at Nejerc with wide eyes, ready to tell the man exactly what she thought of him accusing the Master Healer, but she found herself cut short as he held up a hand and continued. Hearing what his question truly was and why he was asking it, she slowly closed her mouth again, chewing on her lower lip. Okay… maybe those were important questions to be asking and they certainly didn’t point a threatening finger at Talian. And after all, being a Master Healer, he’d certainly know the answer to those questions, wouldn’t he?
Sure, as a farmcrafter and one who specialized in herbs and spices, she knew what the plant looked like and where to find it and the fact that it was poisonious… but she had no idea how to actually use the plant. Nor did she know exactly what the symptoms were or really any sort of detail besides the fact that it defiantly should NOT be kept in her spice garden.
Shuffling Cinnamon a little in her arms, she turned her gaze toward Talian and decided that, for the moment, she’d be quiet and let the men sort out what needed to be said. After all, Nejerc seemed to know what needed to be asked.
