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[div style="max-width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #2e8b57; text-align: left; padding-top: 8px; padding-left: 10px"]HOW DO YOU RUN FROM Y[color=#5d8e93]OUR OWN MIND?
Tea was not an uncommon sight in the deer-fox's home. Her father taught her how to make it and there were many herbal blends that were useful. Patients usually preferred a warm cup of tea to directly swallowing down an herb. A touch of honey or other flavoring often helped too.
Aine herself drank chamomile tea fairly often. One of the first teas her father taught her about. It soothed the nerves. Relaxed her.
Catching the fresh scent around the marketplace caused the petite druid to pause, a soft hum in thought rumbling in her throat. Her hazel hues blinked as she saw an unfamiliar face. Trotted over hesitantly. Shy smile in place. Curious as she joined Dante and Hydrostatic, hoping she wasn't adding to a crowd. She didn't like being crowded.
Her ears flicked up idly. An explanation of tea rested on her tongue, but she remained silent. Trying to figure the leopard out. There was something... Familiar about his aura. Like she knew him, but she... She could not recall him. Still. He seemed friendly. He had tea.
"Sa- salut," she murmured after a long moment. Her wings shuffled sheepishly at her side. "'m Ai- 'm called Aine."
[/td][/tr][/table]Aine herself drank chamomile tea fairly often. One of the first teas her father taught her about. It soothed the nerves. Relaxed her.
Catching the fresh scent around the marketplace caused the petite druid to pause, a soft hum in thought rumbling in her throat. Her hazel hues blinked as she saw an unfamiliar face. Trotted over hesitantly. Shy smile in place. Curious as she joined Dante and Hydrostatic, hoping she wasn't adding to a crowd. She didn't like being crowded.
Her ears flicked up idly. An explanation of tea rested on her tongue, but she remained silent. Trying to figure the leopard out. There was something... Familiar about his aura. Like she knew him, but she... She could not recall him. Still. He seemed friendly. He had tea.
"Sa- salut," she murmured after a long moment. Her wings shuffled sheepishly at her side. "'m Ai- 'm called Aine."
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