"Yes, ma'am, I am a vampire! In the flesh- though, I wasn't turned..mine was natural. I washed ashore on these coasts, or at least- a coast very similar to this one. A lot of my memories had to come back. Like about who I am.." Flame was intrigued by the Hyenas story; ears perked forward in interest. He had just washed ashore? With no memories? That sounded awful. The idea made her want to help the stranger even more.
“How did you come to learn about Salves-- and healing in general? and of course, don't worry, we will find what it is you seek ma'am! I am Balthazar Black, and I am at your services!” the question caught Flame off-guard. How had she learned about healing? She had always just had a strange, innate knowing of plants and what they did, though she wasn’t entirely sure why, or how that was the case. “I’ve always felt a strong kinship to plants - it's like they speak to me, letting me know what uses they may have, be that healing-wise or poisons. Same thing with animals.” She’d do her best to explain. “My best guess is it a blessing from Ohr, just like my jackal form!” She’d speak, realizing she hadn’t given the pirate her story. “You see,” She’d begin, fluttering her wings behind her as she spoke “I used to be a moth, but now, all that remains of that life are my wings.”
"You know miss, ya neve'a gave me yer name." Flame would give a quick giggle. “Oh, silly me, I can be forgetful sometimes; my name’s Flame!”
With introductions out of the way, the bat-hyena seemed eager to get off and search for the hives. Flame could barely keep up. Her wings could get her off the ground, but they didn’t move her very fast, so she decided to sit beneath the shade of a tree and wait for Balthazar to return.
“How did you come to learn about Salves-- and healing in general? and of course, don't worry, we will find what it is you seek ma'am! I am Balthazar Black, and I am at your services!” the question caught Flame off-guard. How had she learned about healing? She had always just had a strange, innate knowing of plants and what they did, though she wasn’t entirely sure why, or how that was the case. “I’ve always felt a strong kinship to plants - it's like they speak to me, letting me know what uses they may have, be that healing-wise or poisons. Same thing with animals.” She’d do her best to explain. “My best guess is it a blessing from Ohr, just like my jackal form!” She’d speak, realizing she hadn’t given the pirate her story. “You see,” She’d begin, fluttering her wings behind her as she spoke “I used to be a moth, but now, all that remains of that life are my wings.”
"You know miss, ya neve'a gave me yer name." Flame would give a quick giggle. “Oh, silly me, I can be forgetful sometimes; my name’s Flame!”
With introductions out of the way, the bat-hyena seemed eager to get off and search for the hives. Flame could barely keep up. Her wings could get her off the ground, but they didn’t move her very fast, so she decided to sit beneath the shade of a tree and wait for Balthazar to return.
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