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Hecate | female | Sage Apprentice | lower Caverns

She hadn’t recognized the Sage at thirst. “Hello.”, she greeted Dango and smiled a little at her. She liked the Sage and relaxed a little, since she felt somewhat safe around her. She was usually a bit tense around strangers and Dango was the wolf she knew best in the pack. Now she didn’t mind Dango calling her “little one”, though she always found it rather strange, given the height differences between them. “So far, everything is good”, she answered. “I’d like to gather some herbs.”

Dango~ Sage ~ Lower Caverns

"Great! We will do just that... Once our Pie is ready." The tiny Zerda turned to look upon the mushroom pie stall, she had ordered one not too long ago and It was taking awhile. Had the crafter forgotten about her? Webster, Dango's best frog pal croaked as he lifted his pale green head out from Dango's herb pouch, one that she carried with her at all times. "IIII know.. Don't be so impatient slimy friend." The Sage groaned, her stomach groaning as she spoke. "It wont take too much longer I promise!"

Nosing the small frog from out of her herb pouch the Sage found herself sneezing. "Webster.. Did you eat all of my mint? AGAIN! Welp looks like we will be taking a detour from our usual gathering spot Hecate. One of these days I'm gonna take this herb munchin frog to a pond and LEAVE HIM THERE FOR GOOD!" Webster slowly let out an unbothered ribbit that caused the Sage to form an expression of deep shock and horror. "Get back In the pouch. I don't think I can look at you right now!" After the frog hopped back into the pouch and Dango had shaken out her fur in disgust the Sage turned back to Hecate."We will have to head towards the fields of Glimmer rock, It shouldn't take all day but make sure to go pack yourself some food. Come find us here when you are ready to go." Suddenly the words. "PIES READY!" Filled the hall which shot the fast wagging Zerda right out of sight of the Kit and towards the wolf that called out.

Hecate | female | Sage Apprentice | lower caverns

She nodded. Though she probably wouldn’t have chosen the path of a Sage, if she could still see, she liked it, especially gathering and learning about herbs. She chuckled silently as she heard Dango arguing with her frog. “Alright m ill be-“, she was interrupted by the shouting of the crafter from the mushroom pie stall. She couldn’t finish her sentence before Dango darted off. She walked towards a stall with baked goods, she often visited. She ordered some cookies and a bread with black raspberry jam. It didn’t take her long and she packed the goods in her own pouch, then proceeded to go to the stall, where the Sage told her to meet her.

Dango~ Sage ~ Lower Caverns

Hearing light foot steps approaching, Dango's head shot up, her lower jaw covered in bits of mushroom and pastry. As If on que Webster also raised his head from the pie, but only for a moment before he planted his face inside the crust once more. Most frogs didn't eat pie, but webster.. Webster was more pig than frog, he'd eat anything he could get his slimy hands on. Dango made sure to wipe the muck from her face before greeting Hecate.

"Apprentice! Welcome back!" The small Sage chuckled as she placed the last of the pie down upon the counter. The Zerda's slimy companion made a noise that could only be described as a high pitched shriek, similarly sounding to a kettle being boiled as he was forcibly removed from the tin surrounding his meal. "YOU'VE HAD ENOUGH!" Dango yelled while pushing Webster back into her pouch, his shriek lingering within the pouch. "Shhhh. Drama Queen." Dango's annoyed grimace flickered into a friendly grin as she glanced back up at Hecate.

"Alrighty lets get going. You've got everything you'll need right little one? The great Sage Dango doesn't like to forget useful things for a journey like this one. I've got snacks, I've got a few handy Mushrooms, I've got a glow shard to light the way If It gets too dark and a few poultices In case we run into some nasty nettles, which Is likely. Ohh hopefully the gods will guide Dango and her Apprentice towards some dock leaves along the way. Those are very important for patching up scraps and cuts. So, Is the apprentice ready?"

Hecate | female | Sage Apprentice | Lower Caverns

She carefully made her way towards Dango, trying not to bump into anyone or anything. “Hi.”, she greeted her again. “Yep, I’ve got everything.”, she said and patted her pouch with her paw. “I’m ready. Where are we going?”, she asked and started to walk towards the exit. She may not know her way perfectly around here yet, but she knew that way.

Dango~ Sage ~ Lower Caverns

"We are heading through the forest and then on towards the Marigold Meadow, we should be able to find plenty of the herbs we need there. The Sage promises to call out If a rogue dares to approach us, so don't fear!" The Zerda took a few bouncing steps towards the exit, making sure to guide her apprentice. "Once we are out of the forest we wont have to worry about rogues, but I'd reccomend we stay quiet and stealthy while walking through the forest, there have been attacks recently, the gods are on our side today though!"

It took no time for the two to be out in the open, steaks of sunlight guiding them towards the dark forests opening. An ominous feeling entered Dango's soul any time she walked under the canopy of pine trees, many smaller spruce trees also mixed into the seemingly never ending forest that they stood before. The Zerda made sure to sing a silent prayer as the two began their descent into darkness. She spoke no words nor made a sound only her golden eyes could be seen as the two walked, their small glances searched for the Kit behind them, making sure she too was safe and hopefully unafraid.

Hecate | female | Sage Apprentice | Forest

She nodded and followed the Sage. The rogues always made her a bit nervous. She wouldn’t stand a chance against them, if they attack. So she made sure to stay near Dango. Though she wasn’t sure what the Sage could do against a bigger breed, it made her feel safer. She also moved quiet and stayed silent, not wanting to attract unwanted attention. Every once in a while she sniffed the air to check if a rogue was nearby.

(OOC: I'm on vacation from June the 25th to July the first and won't be home from July the sixth to July the 23rd and I probably won’t be able to reply during that time.)

Abalone - she/they - worker - lower caverns - Urchin, @SirenSolis

The blue-green lupin had begun her morning as she did most, carefully crawling her way out from under the pile of still-sleeping children without waking them so that she could get a head start on the day’s work. After that delicate operation had been completed, they had gone fishing for the morning meal while the sluggishly brightening sky awoke the rest of the isle’s creatures. By the time the morning sun was fully visible, the prolific wolf had already captured three fine sized fish, which they clutched by the tails between their canines as they padded towards the canteen. There, they deposited the fresh meat with the cook to clean and make use of, before seeking out whatever corner of the eating place her undoubtedly groggy children had claimed for themselves.

Abalone quickly found most of her children: her three daughters were here devouring a breakfast of berries, bacon, and fresh-cooked eggs, but her son was nowhere to be seen. When they asked, a disapproving tone coloring their statement despite their best efforts, one of their daughters sheepishly admitted that Urchin had set out by himself instead of walking with her along the way to the canteen, insisting he knew the way through the dark tunnels by himself. This early in the morning, Abalone again couldn't help the exasperation that crept into her voice as she responded, softly chastising her daughters for not going to find their brother before eating. The girls apologized, but Abalone shook her head and reminded them that they should instead apologize to Urchin once she returned with the pup in a few moments.

With that matter settled they turned and trotted away, deeper into the lower caverns. Abalone started by tracing the path back towards the sleeping dens, wondering if Urchin would have managed to make his way back there if he couldn’t find the canteen. About halfway between the two locations, there was a sudden cry echoing from their left, coming from within one of the tunnel’s many offshoots. While the exact words were lost in the many reverberations, Abalone recognized the tone of her son’s cry immediately and took off in its direction, her claws clicking repeatedly against the bare stone beneath them. “Urchin! Can you hear me, dear? Can you come to my voice?” they barked out into the winding hollow before them, ears straining for any further sounds that could direct them to their son.