George
"Alright shorty. We're gonna go check out the market. Need anything?" 

A dusty dwarf holding a slender hammer responded to her. "I dun told ya, Nelly! I'm not short... You're just tall! Bah, git on outta here, ya wannabe dwarf. I'm good here." He gave the elf a smirk and a wave, then got back to work on the stone he was shaping.

"Yeah yeah, I'll seeya. Let's go, Roscoe." The orange-haired elf and a large cat departed amicably from the dwarf. A little past midday, the Aismir Open Market had a fair number of people selling their wares, but none of them seemed to have what she was looking for.
Ernest
An idea dawned on the cat. In her head, Villanelle heard "Hey V! What about that clinic on the north side of town?"
George
Villanelle pondered the suggestion. *Clinic... Oh yeah!* Through her thoughts, she replied. *"See, this is why I keep you around, 'scoe. Maybe they would have some herbs that'd help."* The pair made their way to the northern edges of town to the clinic and knocked on the door. She called out through the door, in a hopeful and musical tone. "Excuuuuuse me! First time visitor, looking for herbs to help an anxious animal, please!"
Sandra
*Nimue came up to the door, normally any local would just walk in but clearly from whomever this was - they weren't a local - all the same she opened the door and came face to face with the star elf. She was familiar enough with elven types, and nodded her head to the woman* "Come in, though we mostly attend to humanoid patients, not much in the way of animal care."

*She'd glance at Roscoe, picking up that there was likely more to the feline* "Nimue Reuben, do ye know what sort of herb or item you're looking for in relation to your feline?" *She asked, walking into the clinic, of which was filled with various sorts of plants and herbs.*
George
"Ooh, hello there. I like your hair!" Villanelle gave Nimue a toothy smile. She followed Nimue inward, Roscoe right behind her. "Yes, I've heard mention of this place over the decades but haven't really needed it myself. Ah, I'm Villanelle; nice to meetcha." She gave Nimue a head bow. A small huff was heard from the cat. "And this is Roscoe." Once through the doorway, Roscoe sat on his hind legs and gave Nimue a humanish wave with his right paw.

Inside, Villanelle looked and sniffed around. "Wow, Nimue Reuben, even compared to the outdoors, it somehow smells fresher in here." She was being a little sarcastic, especially considering her face shriveled up to all the different herbal scents hitting her all at once. She went ahead and took a deep breath in. "Okay, I think I'm starting to get used to it. Like I was saying, for healing and the usual stuff animals get into, I can take care of it with a little bit of magic. But this... It's... More like a mental thing. Let's see, how to explain." She took a second to gather her thoughts.

"I'm not religious or anything, but ever since I was little there has been this blue flaming bird god that tells me about creatures that might need... Tending to. Sometimes, it involves saving the creature from a bad situation. Other times, it may require a little forest visit, either to heal or put down something. Sometimes, the end result is a cub or pup needing a place to grow up in. So, here I am, east of here, with a place just for that purpose! However, this little guy is special." Villanelle got down on the ground and grabbed Roscoe on both of his cheeks. "Roscoe... Has been with me from the beginning! He's fae, you see, and I heard him crying for help next door for the longest time."
Ernest
*"I was not crying,"* Roscoe mentally said to Villanelle while turning his head to look at her.
George
"He was crying," Villanelle reiterated. "Once I was old enough to walk, I went out there and saved his helpless butt from the iron cage he was abandoned in. Who knows how long he would've been in there had I not come along..."
Ernest
Mentally once more, *"V... You're rambling again. Do you realize you STILL haven't answered her question?"*
George
"Oh, right, what was your question? What herb? No, sorry I do not know what kind of herb I might require. I took in this first-time-mother wolf. She lost her first litter and mate to some crazed boar we had to put down. I brought her back with me to my little animal haven, but she hardly sleeps and barely eats. Other than the heartbreak she must be feeling, I think she still has nightmares of the boar haunting her, even though she knows it is dead. So, maybe if there's an herb or something that could help her sleep easier, that would be great. Does that help any?" Villanelle looked up at Nimue with apologetic eyes. "Sorry, other than with a stone-loving dwarf, I don't end up talking out loud much. Roscoe and other animals talk to me in my head."
Sandra
*Nimue listened quietly as Villanelle's chatter slowly became rambling - her overall manners reminded her of the older druids that lived in deeper parts of the forests, though she could easily feel the magic coming off from her.*

*She glanced between the fae feline and star elf for a moment before nodding her head, and motioning for the pair to follow her into the kitchen (least it was mostly used to prepare medicines, tonics, etc) as she gathered her thoughts before speaking.* "So a she-wolf is unable to sleep and doesn't eat as much - I would agree that she's likely still mourning, and thus this is leading to troubles with sleeping and eating. If she is still having mothering traits, you could try to find some orphaned pups - be they wolf or even a normal dog - that could help her mood."

*She would then turn to the shelves which had various bottles, all laid out in a neat order for easy finding - Nimue scanned the shelf for a few moments, before plucking a bottle of semi bright blue liquid.* "There are countless types of herbs and even flowers that can help one fall asleep - lavender is perhaps the most common, its smell is said to aid in better sleep. You could take such herbs and sneak them into the wolf's food, but if she's not eating - then you'll have to use something for her sense of smell." *She'd set the bottle on the table for Villanelle to look over.*

"This is a sleeping oil I've brewed from herbs, one smell of its fumes will will induce sleeping effects - and thus hopefully guiding one to fall asleep naturally. Prolonged usage can cause severe drowsiness, thus one has to sleep off the effects unless they wish to be half awake. This could help the she-wolf with falling asleep and aid in her recovery."
George
Villanelle stood up and followed Nimue into the kitchen. She listened to what Nimue thought about the wolf's condition and her possible solutions. *Allowing her to be a mother again is an ingenious idea. Lavender? Hmm, maybe... Ooh what's this?* Taking the bottle in hand. She gently popped the top and wafted the contents briefly before closing it back. "Ooh nifty," She said out loud accidentally. 

 "Well," Villanelle started, "You have some really good suggestions considering your experience isn't with animals but with humanoids. I can only imagine you had luck with people facing similar issues. Lavender is that purple flower, right? I wonder... Will it have the same effect if a room is filled with the smell of lavender, instead of ingesting it? I'd LOVE to try all three of your suggestions at once if we could. This is my first momma rescue, and unlike my own, I'd love to help her as best as I could." She gave Nimue a sad smile, in hopes she'd understand where she's coming from.
Sandra
"When one has lived in a region like Aismir, you tend to pick up on things even if they might not be within one's field of work - of the hunters I've tended to, they often will share such details - but humanoids are animals in our own way. Though there will always be various differences" *She stated with a shrug.*

"Aye, lavender is often blue or light purple in color - and while one could fill a room with the plant - I'm unsure if it would work the same way. It could prove to be too overwhelming for a given person or animal. Though if you chose to go with the option of offering orphaned pups, ye should be careful as she might reject them since the smell wouldn't be the same as her lost pups. Animals are tricky like that, sometimes they choose to behave in ways one wouldn't think they would - but thats all a rough guess on my thinking."

*She would purse her lips and click her tongue in thought* "I would say you should start small for now, the last thing you want to do is overwhelm the she-wolf - wherever she might be resting should feel safe for her. And when I think on it, if she's not eating she may not be able to provide milk to any pups - if the mother isn't doing well, then it can effect the offspring."

*Nimue would nod her head at this thinking. Thinking back to past patients that reminded her of the she-wolf's issues* "Thus I would suggest you use the oils to help guide her to sleep, and from there try to coax her to eat small bits of food - less you want to deal with an upset stomach that hasn't had any food for a while."
George
Villanelle nodded at Nimue intermittently, generally agreeing with her sentiments. Roscoe on the other hand curled up seemingly asleep already. "You're definitely not wrong. I basically have to start slow with most of the animals I rescue. Being able to talk to them helps a lot and may help with the whole..." She made a twirling motion in the air. "...Rejection. After all, over the past century or so, I've been able to guide animals to become the most unlikely of friends! Since arriving around Aismir in these past decades, the ones that stay with me have to agree to my rule: be kind to each other. It's a simple rule for most of them to understand." She looked back at the blue bottle. An idea came to her.

 "Hey Nimue! Would you like to come by? Perhaps we can make the trip have multiple purposes. First, if you have anyone needing some healing, perhaps I could," She snapped her fingers, "Assist and save you ingredients in the process. Next, whether on the way to or from Aismir, we could acquire any herbs you may require, especially the ones that may be harder to get alone. Roscoe often gets to places I cannot. Last, you can observe Luna, the she-wolf, and the place I have her set up in. She's in a safe and warm pavilion with some privacy, and there's a handful of other animals around to give her company, including a still growing wolf that could help her in the mothering way you suggested."

Villanelle pulled out a coin pouch and jingled it. Roscoe's ears twitched at the sound. "Of course, none of this is meant to replace paying you for this neat little vial of sleep aid. I don't know... I figure you may like to get away for a day or two if you're able to. What do you think? Feel free to tell me to 'shove off, ya tree,' as my dwarf friend might say. I can just pay you and get out of your hairs if you like too. I promise I won't be offended."
Sandra
*Nimue wouldn't quietly listen to her offer and suggestion for traveling, she crossed her arms and pondered - it had been a fair while since she had gotten back home, and it might be a good idea to step out to collect some fresh herbs and other items on her list.*

"I'm not against traveling out there with ye, but where is this haven of yours? I'd likely travel via my wagon since I tend to keep extra gear and items inside it - we can likely leave in around two days if that suitable for yourself, and to finish up any business in or around the city."

*She'd need to get with her grandmother to explain she'd be away for a short while; but the clinic was well stocked with needed medicines - and things had been peaceful around the city. So Nimue didn't expect much trouble to happen, and the city had other good healers about.*
George
Villanelle expected Nimue would not be able to just up and leave at a moment's notice. *After all, the dwarf told me the same thing the other day.* "Right, so it is just a small ways out of Aismir. I'm talkin' about an hour or so south, where the river diverges." She pointed in a southwardly direction. "It will take us longer with your wagon, but that's okay. Besides, we would take longer with or without it if we look for herbs and whatnot."

 After properly paying Nimue for the sleeping oil and reviewing with her the proper usage, Villanelle prepared to leave the clinic. "Alrighty Nimue. I think I'm good to try this sleeping oil on Luna. I'll wait to introduce her to the pup until she gets healthier which I'm sure will take a few days at least." She started to wiggle her fingers at Nimue. "If you need me for any of your erm... Visitors, come find me on the south side of town. I doubt you'll have any issue finding the place with all of the stonework. If you do, just ask around for Baern Stonefist - that's my dwarven friend. He's a good guy." Her wiggling fingers transitioned into a thumbs up. "Anyway, I'll be there everyday. Just come by for when you're ready or whatever, and we'll go!"

As the days went on, Villanelle would do just as she told Nimue. She explained to Luna the oil would help her sleep, and it did just that. Each day, Villanelle would work with Baern as usual and each night, help Luna sleep and even eat finally. She continued until the day Nimue showed up at Baern's workshop. 

 Baern's workshop's area was fenced in by a three foot fence made completely of stone. Inside the yard were boulders of different sizes, most of which have already been shaped with flat sides. Nearer to the wooden structure is a rectangular stone sign propped against a short cylinder stone with a flat top, with the word "Stonefist" Chiseled out but filled in with wood. The structure itself looked similar to the other buildings in Aismir, except for the awning attached to the side. Under it, one could usually find the dwarf working away at some rock with a wide array of tools and tables at his disposal.
Sandra
*It hadn't take long for Nimue to prep her wagon, and sure enough after a period of two days she drove her wagon out to meet Villanelle at the dwarf's workshop towards the south of town. She guided her pair of horse near to the outside of the workshop before hopping off* "Alright behave you two, I won't be long."

*Wasting little time, Nimue walked into the yard area, hearing the tune of tools coming from the nearby awning and approached; she give a few knocks on the side on the structure as she looked in calling* "Baern Stonefist? I'm Nimue Reuben, here to pick up Villanelle - I'd gather she's about?"

*She kept her words plain and simple, she gathered the Dwarf would point her to wherever the star elf was and return to his work - she wasn't one to linger around dwarves when they were busy working on some sort of project.*
George
Baern stopped the little bit of hammering he was doing and stood up from the small stool he was sitting on. "Ah! You must be the herbalist," He said as he dusted himself off. "Welcome, welcome! Can I get ya anythin', miss? I got some water, mead, and meat! It's the least I could do for ya after what you've done so far for Nel. By the by, I'm sure she's just around the corner and already knows you're here... Ya know, havin' elf ears and all." He threw his head back and let out a hearty laugh. "Whoo! Anyway, just in case she didn't hear all that..." A melodic ditty sprung forth from Baern, in the form of a whistle. 

 "Yes yes... I heard all of that," Villanelle retorted. "Now, help me, songbird. I just finished mending the crack you made in this." Coming slowly around the corner, she was rolling a stone wheel with a piece of wood sticking out the middle. With Baern's help, they rolled and then lifted it the rest of the way to a metal frame. After it was securely in place, Baern gave Villanelle a handshake and nod with a smile in silent thanks. "Anytime, you klutz." She gave him a smile back. "Well, look at you Nimue. I'll have you know your sleeping oil worked! Luna's even been eating since getting a good night's rest, but last night was the first time she actually ate a decent portion I'd expect from an adult wolf. I can't wait for you to see her." Both Baern and Villanelle beamed at Nimue.
Sandra
*She'd shake her head just a tad* "Thank ye for the offer, but I'm quite alright at the moment" *She'd reply, before hearing and seeing Villanelle coming around the corner. Watching them work before the star elf appouched her.*

*She gave a small smile at the update regarding the she wolf* "Glad to hear the oils helped, looks like her road to recovery is running smooth. I'm ready to head out towards ye haven if you are - what other animals do ye have living the?" *She pondered if this haven was something of a hidden area of the woods, the Steep Woods had a great many things hiding in and around it - the native elves of the woods guarded their homes and rarely allowed even Aismir locals to see all what they had.*

*Outsiders were out of the question completely, though some had tried - but often didn't end well.*
George
"Phew, me too. Next step will be introducing her to the pup! I'm pretty hopeful thanks to you Nimue. As for other animals... A non-fae cat, dog, hawk, bear cub, and chickadee. There have been multiple animals over the years, most of which leave once they feel independent enough. Anyway, with the sharpening wheel back in working order, we can head out!" Villanelle gave Baern a slap on the back. "Take care till next time, B."

Baern fully expected the slap and gave her backside a slap in response. "You too Nel! Nimue, nice to meetcha. Come by anytime." He gave her a nod. 

 Heading towards the front of Baern's shop, Villanelle saw Nimue's horses. "Oh, what do we have here!? These two are beautiful! Honestly Nimue, I totally got the wrong idea when you mentioned a wagon. I was thinking about one of those carts you pull yourself!" She rubbed the back of her neck. "We might get back home quicker than I thought." To the horses, she asked out loud, "Soooo... What are your names? I'm Villanelle!"
David
*The horses seemed to pick up that the star elf could understand them, though funny enough they simply gave her a look - before glancing at Nimue whom just shrugged at them.*

*But they did offer a reply, least in their own manner with a quick neigh from both, before snorting which got a roll of the eyes from Nimue.*

*Villanelle would pick up that they were females, and named Tanja and Ragna.*
Sandra
*She come up between the pair of horses, and give their heads few rubs* "Come now you lot, you both have better manners than this. Supoose they're just intching to get moving - I sometimes find myself thinking on our travels around the Ostia region. They were so brave then..." *The horse on her left - Tanja - bonked her head against Nimue's shoulder.*

"And I am simple being honest, least you two have gotten much better - and now they can't get enough of it" *She added, before moving to take her place up on the wagon, getting a hold of the reins for both. She give a wave back to Baern, while waiting for Villanelle to come up once she was ready.*

"I don't see Roscoe about, have they gone off for their own business?" *She knew fae beings often went wherever they pleased.*
George
Villanelle gathered the horse's names and noted their standoffishness towards a stranger. It wasn't the first time encountering it, and it wouldn't be the last. "Well, I'll say it again; you two are beautiful, Tanja and Ragna! I know it's weird to be able to talk to a *Two-legger*, and yes I've been called that before. Just know you two can talk to me or think at me, okay? Like... Is there anything you'd *Loooove* To tell Nimue? Think about it. I'll be back here with Nimue!" Hopping onto the wagon after Nimue, she pondered what Nimue had just said. "How have they gotten better? What can't they get enough of?" In response to Nimue asking about Roscoe, Villanelle thought out to him. *"Rosssssssssssss-coooooooe! Where are you? Wake up! Nimue is here. We're out front."*
Ernest
Roscoe yawned and stretched, coming out from the shaded side of a rock near the front. *"Okay... I'm coming. I'm here already."* It took just a handful of steps for him to see the horse and wagon. *"Oh! V, you were wrong about the thing she was going to bring. How does that feel? Ha!"* He hopped onto the wagon as well, giving Nimue a humanish nod before curling up next to Villanelle.
George
"He was apparently sleeping near the front in the shade... And to answer your question Roscoe, it felt good to be wrong, THANK YOU VERY MUCH!" Villanelle gave Roscoe a playful hip check. "ANYWAY... Nimue, it's pretty easy to get to our place. South, until the river starts to diverge. You'll see a bridge - cross it! It's safe and sturdy. I built it! After a hill, boom we're there. Aaaaaaand, like I said days ago, feel free to stop where- and whenever for your needs. We'll help. OH! One last thing... If there's anything you've wanted to tell Tanja and Ragna, I can totally relay it to them. Just know they already know in general how you feel about them, just not with such clarity words can bring."
Sandra
*Nimue would feel her horses giving her a side eye look, as if to ask - is this wacky elf really riding with us - of which she just chuckled and motioned them to move on ahead; knowing which road to take southwards.*

"When I first left home a few years back with these two, they certainly weren't so well traveled or used to it - they would happily laze about among the grasslands. But once they discovered all the new sorts of fruits and things they could eat wherever went; they came to enjoy the change of pace. Now they are some of the best horses for traveling; I wouldn't have been able to get to where I needed without them."

*The pair snorted and lifted their heads in a sort of prideful manner, of which Nimue just rolled her eyes as they made their way into the woods.*

"So Villanelle, have ye always lived in this region? Ye don't look like the local elves of the Steep Woods - are ye from Felfatheas? Been meaning to try and travel that way in the near future, I've heard of all sort of herbs and flowers one can find." *She asked, deciding the best way to past the time was for them to simply talk and enjoy the surroundings.*
George
Knowing full well Tanja and Ragna were not "Talking" To her but rather Nimue, Villanelle chose not to respond mentally or out loud to the "Wacky elf" Comment. Instead she just listened to Nimue's response to her question. However, afterwards she mentally told them, *"I'm happy you two found happiness outside of the place you're from. The same was true for me too. Oh and thanks for the ride."*

The answers to questions just asked by Nimue were fresh on Villanelle's mind because of the horses' history being similar to hers. She made sure to respond to Nimue loud enough for the horses to hear as well. "Well, I'm definitely not natively from here. Specifically where, I'd rather not say, but that city was full of stuffy elves. Day in and out, each day had to have things done that seemed to serve zero actual purpose." In a mocking tone, "Villanelle, wear this dress. We must make a good appearance at this party. Villanelle, pay attention, this meeting is important. Villanelle, blah blah blah..." She went back to her normal voice. "All the while I can hear the nearby animals mostly having a good time. So free they sounded... SO, I ended up eventually leaving as to not disgrace my family any longer, to find my way here thanks to a god bird. Just like Ragna and Tanja, I found life elsewhere much better than just staying at home. For decades now, the Steep Woods and Aismir have been my home. Occasionally, I encounter the native Steep Woods elves... They aren't like my parents, thank the gods, so I don't really mind them."

 "It's crazy I never knowingly came across you or your family. Perhaps Baern has. I want to check out the Lilac Forest sometime. I hear it's a magical place. It kind of sounds like my actual home, without the stuffy elves."
Ernest
Roscoe noted the way Nimue and the horses exchanged gestures. It made him curious. So, after the two women finished their rounds of conversation, Roscoe got up and gave Nimue a double tap with his paw on her thigh. Being used to communicating mentally with Villanelle, he attempted to do the same with Nimue. If she could understand him, his mental voice came out as a whimsical, mid-toned male voice. *"Nimue, can you hear me too? If you can, please feel free to pet and talk to me. I won't bite, I promise. Well, unless I need to bite something of course!"*
George
After hearing Roscoe ask Nimue a question, Villanelle chimed in as well. "Oh, right! Can you hear Roscoe? It seemed like you could talk to your horse. After all, THIS WACKY ELF heard them ask you if I was riding with ya! No harm, no foul by the way... I get it all the time. It's not like animals get the chance to talk to one of us everyday ya know?"
Sandra
*She wondered if Villanelle was speaking of Islefield, though her remarking on the stuffy nature also reminded her of the proud nobles she sometime saw in the more lavish cities of Ostia.* "Well you're unlikely to ever see those sorts of folks in these parts, locals of Aismir can't stand those types from Ostia. Frankly that sort of behavior just gives me a headache - the elves of the Steep Woods are said to be much like the nomadic elves of the Corol Ambo, I do wonder if they are related in some way?"

*She shrugged, Nimue herself had seen various sorts of folk visiting her family clinic in the past, but hadn't met Villanelle least from what she knew* "I once heard one can live in a city for their whole lives, and if its large enough, not never be able to encounter the same person twice." *She felt the faint paw tapping of Roscoe, and though not via her skin - Nimue did pick up some of their words but not everything - she did however stroke his head as she answered* "If ye were trying to talk with me Rosceo, indeed I can hear ye - though tis mostly through direct contact - and if the animal wants to talk. Though when I've been with a given animal long enough, I can often simply pick up on things like their body language"

*Hearing of her horses' remark about Villanelle, she gave a sharp look at the pair of whom had just glanced back before quickly looking ahead* "Well if you two keep up that behavior, I dare say ye both won't be getting any sugar cubes later." *Tis made the pair whine while Nimue clicked her tongue, sort of telling them that was the end of the matter.*

"Being half Nymph does come with its many uses, and it has made my sort of work easier - though I can't imagine hearing so many voices all the time" *She remarked, glancing at the elf, while slowly petting the Fae Cat.*
George
Villanelle felt confirmation in her own sentiments. "Yeah the atmosphere here is everything I could ask for, I think. I tried to escape the stuffiness into the forest outside of my home city, always dreading going back home at the end of the day. Here? I'm fine either way. And honestly, it wouldn't surprise me if those groups of elves were related in some way from recent times. I can imagine some of those elves may have decided the Steep Woods were nice enough to stay. After all, I did! Aismir isn't the biggest, but clearly it's big enough for me to not see everything and everyone yet. It probably doesn't help I stay on the south side most days."
Ernest
Roscoe looked up at Nimue's acknowledgement. "Direct contact eh? That's probably nice. V over there had to learn control..." He leaned into her head pets as she gave them.
George
She giggled at the reprimanding Nimue gave the horses. "Yeah, ever since I was a baby, I've heard the nearby animals in my head. In fact, I mentally talked to Roscoe in a cage next door before even talking to my parents for the first time. They called me a liar, since they believed it took years of diligent training and focus to gain the ability. They also couldn't believe a god of animals and nature would gift me with such abilities since I couldn't have possibly 'earned the favor of any god' as a baby. I dunno what to tell them, other than the truth ya know?" She sighed.

"Yeah the voices do get annoying, but once I'm awake and alert, I can shut out the noise somewhat. It's like when you first go to the market, everyone discussing their wares and whatnot is loud! Then, you get used to it and can instead focus on the specific person you're talking to." Villanelle rubbed her arm a little. "So, I haven't really asked much about you yet. What does it mean to be half Nymph to you? My textbook knowledge of Nymphs is minimal and forgotten, and they always seemed friendly to me."
Sandra
*Nimue listened quietly to Villanelle talk about her youth and how she came into her abilities, monitoring the path the horses took so they wouldn't run into any bumps* "Well everyone is often different, and when it comes to magic and the arcane... Tis an even stranger beasts. Many are aware that certain races are stronger in certain fields of magic - yet why that is or how some might obtain it - tis a question likely answered in various ways."

*She chuckled at Roscoe, giving him as much attention as he wished - when asked about being half Nymph, she paused and pondered on it for a short while. No one had really asked that question of her.*

"Well being part Nymph was something I felt rather natural as a child, least when I was living with my mother - I was born deep in the woods and raised there for a few years. But then after I was perhaps around 5 that my mother and father agreed it be best for me to be raised in and around the city - though it did make my mother cry; Nymphs being very attached to their surroundings and all."

"Nymphs as I know them tend to be friendly, but their mood can change swiftly and without warning at times - much like nature, others liken them to some Fae. But they are a very hidden sort, not fond of outsiders though some are friendly with the locals. I'll say being half Nymph lets me feel the earth in such a way that I never feel totally alone; one might say its sort of something spiritual."

*Though her tone didn't shift with any notable emotion, one could at least feel Nimue's sense of devotion and perhaps pride in who she was.*
Ernest
Roscoe leaned into Nimue's arm. Mentally, he said *"Thank you for the pets! I'm just trying to stay connected to ya to understand the full conversation if you don't mind."*
George
Villanelle felt a little sad for Nimue's mother as well as Nimue. "Aww Nimue, I'm sorry you had to leave your mother. Did you visit her often while growing up? I hope you did, considering your father must have earned your mother's trust by constantly visiting before you were born, right? Even though my home was surrounded by forests, I don't think my parents ever stepped foot outside of the city."
Ernest
*"You know, there are some Nymphs and Fae that are just more maliciously inclined,"* Roscoe said. *"I... Am not one of those, but I can get angry when needed."*
George
"Oh, yeah you definitely can bring the furry, I mean fury!" Villanelle snickered at her intentional mistake. "If I had to make a guess, your mother's grove must be north of town. We rarely, if at all, hear word from Habbakuk or other animals needing help from up there generally. On the other hand, we often hear of issues throughout the lands nearer to the swamp: the Dark Ire Swamp. We've helped keep a handful of bad away from the Steep Woods, but we're just two creatures. I'm sure some have made their way here, but again, I'm guessing not north!"
Sandra
"Oh yes, I often visit her and since coming back home, I was kept busy with her and my other Nymph relations in their groves - my parents cared much for each other. My mother and I spent much time together after my father passed away; he was a fine doctor... But couldn't even cure himself" *She said, though her tone wasn't sad, more like one of acceptance. It had been a number of years.*

"Aye, I can't tell ye how many pranks younger Nymphs love to pull on travelers; quite the headache - though pissing off one proper in their own territory, thats a death sentence bluntly."

*She'd allow Roscoe to relax however he wished* "Well the Steep Woods are vast, and various animals do have their routes they take - same for the Nymphs. Some choose to have one area to call home, others will move themselves about - going to where they are needed. I could try to put in a word with my mother about ye haven; thus ye might be able to gain a bit more help - networking is the lifeblood for various types of businesses. I picked that up when I traveled Ostia."

"Ugh, I dislike that Swamp" *She remarked* "Tis a fine place for collecting useful herbs and fungi, but traveling through it... Its a real pain; on top of being dangerous if one isn't wise."
George
The path they took, along with the sounds of the forest including animal voices, all seemed the same as usual to Villanelle. It helped put her at ease their ride would continue safely, allowing her to give Nimue her full attention. "Your grandmother taught your father, right? Did she or your father teach you how to do what you've done so far with plants?"

 "Yeah other than Roscoe here, I've had a couple of good run-ins with a Nymph and some Fae. Don't you just *Love* How the information and advice is the same over the years but the results are just... *So wild*? It really helps me keep a healthy respect for this place. Hells, even on this ride, on this route we've been thousands of times, I still listen into animal thoughts for any disturbances. In fact, if it wasn't for Roscoe and an incident a century or so ago, I don't think that lesson would've sunk in as well."
Ernest
Roscoe gave Villanelle a smirk. *"That's right, you were one stubborn child."*
George
She nodded at him. "I WAS pretty stubborn, wasn't I? Anyway, I would appreciate connecting with as much of the forest's natives. Perhaps we'd be able to help more creatures out before it's too late." 

Villanelle shuddered at the mention of the Dark Ire Swamp. "Yeah that place seems like a lost cause some days, but you know... If we ever want to go see the magic and beauty of the Lilac Forest, the most direct route is through that ghastly place. It might be worth the short trek considering the wonders on the other side!"
Sandra
"My grandparents worked as healers or doctors of the city, and they trained my father - so ye could say its a bit of a family business so to speak. My own teaching came from my father and mother; though Gran was always there to offer help."

"Aye, there are routes one can take to somewhat bypass the swamp if they wanted to reach the Lilac Forest, but others may go along the northern routes of the Southern Mountains and stop at Miller Dale... I had heard rumors of a Dwarven attack on the settlement some months back; and there were even supposed sightings of dragons."

*Nimue could believe the attack on Miller Dale, but dragons seemed rather... Well just too good to be true.*
George
Villanelle was taken aback. "An attack on Miller Dale?! That's surprising. Isn't that place peaceful? Is it some kind of good position for trade or something? Honestly, I have a hard time believing that over the dragon sightings. You and I both know there's a wide array of creatures out there, and more varieties of creatures are popping up everyday. I'm not sure the sightings were dragons per se, but something dragon-like? Sure why not!"
Ernest
Roscoe thought out to the ladies. *"I don't know V... You humanoids talk about us Fae being unpredictable, but it doesn't sound ridiculous some dwarves might've attacked a peaceful town."*
George
She nodded in response. "Hmm you're probably right. What do you think Nimue about those rumors? If the attack is true, then maybe the hypothetical trip through the swamp would be better! Useful plants, shorter trip, with potentially LESS danger... Who would've thought."
Sandra
"Frankly no one's really sure why they would attack the settlement; as far as I know of Dwarves in the mountains - they mostly keep to themselves - but perhaps its the beginning of change to the region. Either way, it did get the elders of Aismir talking - we've always kept peaceful relations with the Dwarves but we keep our own affairs."

*Nimue hopped nothing like a battle would happen, but it was better to be prepared than to be caught off guard.*

"We should be getting closer towards ye haven I gather yes?" *She asked, looking about, noting that the southern regions of the Steep Woods seemed a bit thicker in some areas. Likely providing good cover* "Have ye ever encountered an animal or beast that wouldn't speak to ye? I'd imagine you can reason with some but not with all, depending on their temperament."
George
Villanelle absorbed the regional news update, then looked around all of one second, realizing immediately where they were. "I have to say, it is always surprising how fast the trip goes every time I get to take it mounted in one form or another! In just a moment or two, the trees are going to be a little less dense along the path, making it easy to lose it if you're not paying attention. It's probably more of an issue on foot to be honest. Anyway, in this case, we will WANT to get off the path. I'll have Roscoe help show you, Ragna, and Tanja the way through when we get near the turn off. As for your other question..." 

 Villanelle and Roscoe looked at each other while having a wordless conversation via recollected memories. The memories consisted of times over the years they potentially ran into a situation like Nimue described. "Well, the thing is, while animals could choose to not specifically... 'talk,'" She said with air quotes, "It doesn't stop their thoughts from piercing my skull." She shook her head and sighed. "It's not like I want to hear their rabble all the time either. Take your horses, for example. Earlier they called me a wacky elf, but did they think-say it directly to me? No. They technically were asking you a question that I simply 'overheard.'"

"That being said, I think you might know from experience it's like a magical translator. Sometimes a creature is so out of their mind due to disease, famine, or worse that the messages I hear don't translate to any words - just pure feelings. I'm talking about rage, sadness, hunger, and survival at all costs. Most of those times happen around dangerous creatures, and it's usually those creatures that I was notified need *Tending to*, one way or another. Some, especially the city people like my own parents, may find it sad to hear we have to put them down sometimes, but this is nature. There is no written law out here." Villanelle was starting to get upset. "In fact, I'd say it's sad to continue letting the creature suffer! When you hear that chaotic rage, you KNOW it's not its normal state of mind. You know it's suffering in there somewhere..." Tears started rolling down her cheek.
Ernest
*"Villanelle..."* Roscoe got up and licked her cheek.
George
The shock of Roscoe's prickly tongue helped shock Villanelle back into a better mindset, though the tears were still rolling. "Sorry about that... I kinda went off on a tangent there, didn't I?" She quickly wiped her eyes and looked around. "We still got just a tiny bit more to go before we go down our own path-tangent."
Sandra
*Nimue listened to Villanelle, she listened to her explain how her sort of abilities just worked - as the elf's emotions began to get the better of her, Nimue did wish to speak. But she didn't have any words to say.*

'Sometimes all you have to do is just be there to listen when someone needs an ear, Nimue' *She was reminded of her late father's words. She could recall countless times when patients had broke down into various emotional fits - and what would her father do - he would simply be there with them, sometimes holding the patient until they had calmed down.*

*But Nimue wasn't all too sure if she should touch Villanelle, so instead she placed her palm on the elf's shoulder and offered a small nod of her head - it was Nimue's own way of silent understanding. Ragna and Tanja both seemed to glance at each other, but remained quiet - they picked up on the situation fairly quick.*

"You don't get to talk about such things often with others?" *She asked softly once the mood had settled a tad* "Bottling up one's emotions or memories, often its better to get it all out - to allow yourself to fully express what you are feeling. But I gather you can at times, given those in your company and care" *She'd give a nod of her head towards Roscoe.*
George
Villanelle's gave Nimue's question a sideways head shake in response. "What, with Baern? To Roscoe? Sure, sure... But think about this: Tanja understands me right now as well as you and Roscoe, but Tanja cannot clearly understand Roscoe or vice versa. It's hard to describe those pure feelings to them, so it's hard to talk about it to them outside of it just... Being... Strong. All creatures are supposed to have varying sensitivities to nature, but I figure those CONNECTED to nature, like you, your mom, or a druid, would truly understand THIS aspect of it. Either way, my sadness really is probably about the many decades of being called a liar. Baern and Roscoe know I'm not lying, but just like my parents they will never truly know what I feel."

 Combing her hair over her ears with her hands, Villanelle took a deep breath and put on a smile. "It's okay. I know those closely affected by those incidents appreciate being able to return to some semblance of normalcy. I am happy at the end of the day to do my part in giving them that. Roscoe? It's time."
Ernest
*"I'll always be here for you, V,"* Roscoe mentally called out to Villanelle as he hopped off the wagon and ran ahead.
George
She then directed her next words to the horses and Nimue. "Alright, so all you have to do is go down the same way Roscoe goes. There is a wide path there that winds in a sort of S-curve before the trees get thicker again. It's hard to see if you don't know the trees to go between. In the thickness, the path continues nice and straight to the bridge I built. Oh, and if you or Tanja or Ragna need, I can temporarily make Roscoe bigger for yall! Just let me know."
Sandra
"Well at least ye can express yourself, tis only a shame ye parents cannot see what you've all done - though ye are of the Star Elves yes?" *She'd ask, motioning her horses to follow the Fae feline* "I'm only somewhat familiar with some of the different elven groups, though they all seem to have their own sort of qualities?"

*Nimue nodded her head to the directions, catching notice of Roscoe ahead* "I believe we'll be able to follow him just find, now easy and steady you two" *She remarked to Ragna and Tanja; the pair just snorted that they knew what needed to be done. She rolled her eyes a looked at Villanelle* "I'm beginning to wonder if they picked up some bad habits from the horses in Ostia..."
Ernest
Roscoe led the horse-drawn wagon through the divergence. Along the first big curve, the path widened a bit, allowing him to be even more easily seen with the light coming through the trees. He followed the light, almost as if it was the one actually leading the group. Keeping a pace consistent, he led them through the second curve. Near the end of the curve, the path started straightening out while the trees clustered up more. It was a drastic difference from the curve, but during the day the dimmed light still was enough to see the way through.
George
Keeping her own eye out, Villanelle decided to go ahead and help keep the horses' confidence. With her staff in hand, she brightened the emerald eyes and faced them ahead. A greenish light lit the way a little past Roscoe. "There ya go! I hope that helps." She looked at Nimue and shrugged. 

 "Yeah I know I'm spoiling them some by lighting their path, but their bravado could come in handy when it matters. Anyway, you're right; I'm a Star Elf. I'm certainly different than some elves, namely in tallness, and fine leaving home. I know some of the elves here in the woods are, well, nature loving, but I think most Star Elves stick to our city, only venturing out on a needs basis. They worship a variety of gods which form a group of gods or something like that. I don't know, I'm not religious. Honestly, I don't think any of those elves are that devout. Just like my parents, most of those in that city focus on their achievements, making sure to do their religious stuff for show... I hated it. It's practically like living a lie, day in and day out, ya know? Ooh we're just about there!"
Ernest
Non-green light begun to brighten their path forward. Coming out the other side, Roscoe continued leading the way until he could see the bridge. He then waited for the wagon to catch up and hopped back on.
George
When the wooden bridge came into view, Villanelle put out the light and stretched her arms upward. She then rested the staff horizontally behind her neck, arms hanging off of both sides. "Here we are Nimue! I know you can't see it just yet, but across the bridge after the hill you'll see a handful of circular wooden buildings with thatchy rooves. That'll be it!" 

[The wooden bridge was very solid feeling, extending way past the water line on both sides of the river. Though it had no railing, it did raise up above the water plenty to allow fishermen boats to pass under easily. The slight arch the bridge had could be seen from a distance but barely felt, if at all, when traversing it. On the other side was a smooth path going around a grassy hill with sparse green- and pink-leaved trees as well as some wild flowers of varying colors.]

"You can just stop by the first yurt on the right. That one's mine."
Sandra
*As the worked their way through the divergence, Nimue looked about before asking* "Remind me - if you had said it before - is this divergence something of your creation? I'd gather you have certain measures in place to protect this haven yes?"

*She chuckled, but offered a nod of her head in thanks - before listening quietly to Villanelle explain a tad of her elf group.* "They certainly are different from most elves I'm familiar with, most elves in these parts do have certain gods. But they are far closer in tune with nature, but I suppose it all comes down to culture."

*Nimue would smile as Roscoe returned to them, Nimue would guide her horses over the bridge with ease and soon bring them to a stop over by the yurt.* "This is quite quaint indeed, reminds of the paintings I had seen in a few cities in Ostia - painters from there would have a field day in these parts. If they have enough paint for it all."
George
The question perplexed Villanelle for a moment. "Hmm, the path was always here... I simply followed it along, cleaned it up, and straightened it slightly along the thicker portions. Obfuscation technically exists as the path isn't well traveled and hides itself amongst the curves. Outside of what nature has provided, there's no magical barrier or anything like that. 

 Nodding along with Nimue, she had to agree wholeheartedly. "I KNOW! I utterly despise that kind of mentality from... 'my people...' Like, I'm sure they're not all like that, because I'm not. It may just be my parents and their group or standing amongst the city. Either way, I love nature and the wild, but I also learned to like non-stuffy people. How about you? Did anyone frown upon you or your dad for being a nymphy human?"

Making it back to their little haven, Roscoe and Villanelle hopped off the wagon. She went over and gave both horses a couple of pets in silent thanks. "It is a wonderful, peaceful place. Thank you Nimue, Ragna, and Tanja for the ride! I can't wait for you to finally meet Luna. First and foremost, let me procure all of you some water! Be right back." Going to the only yurt with a wooden door, she went inside for a moment, coming out with a couple of cups, buckets, and a bowl. Placing them on the trough-table, she filled each up magically from the tip of her staff before setting it against her yurt. She brought Nimue her cup with a friendly smile. "Here ya go! I expect mid afternoon like this, the animals are doing their own thing like napping and wandering around. Luna however is on the mend of course." In a few swallows, she downed her own cup of water. "Pwah! That hit the spot. So... Want a tour, or do you just want to see 'the patient?'" She giggled after using such a term for Luna.
Ernest
Roscoe gave a big stretch and took the buckets of water by the handle in his mouth over to each of the horses. He then perched himself up on the table and lapped up water for himself. With a yawn, he thought out, *"It might be time for a catnap."*
Sandra
*Nimue accepted the cup of water, having some* "Many thanks, and I'd like to have a look around if ye don't mind. Ye had mentioned there would be some pups that could be given to Luna?"

*She'd ensure her horses were comfortable, before grabbing just a few things from her wagon - rejoining Villanelle to walk around.* "To answer ye earlier question, nay my father nor I suffered much from being close to my mother, or due to my mixed blood. Some of the elderly often gave lip, but it was rare - funny enough it was my grandmother that disliked that my father was seeing a Nymph. But she changed her tune after I came to live with them; she always had a sweet spot for children and had wanted a daughter."

"Mixed folk were rarer I found when traveling parts of Ostia, or they are considered outsiders - often came down to different parts of the region. Often makes me glad I live in Aismir itself; I believe one fellow I met called it something of a melting pot."
George
Villanelle intently listened to Nimue's family upbringing story. A smile crept on her face as she moved around, checking the yurts with thatch-like doors. "Ha, your grandmother is like the opposite of my parents. They probably would've been happier with a son, but anyway I'm glad your grandma had you around. What does your mom's side of your blood think of you? Being Nymphs, I can only assume most if not all of them are alive, right?" She looked into another yurt. "Ya know, if the horseys wanna take a break in the shade, these yurts are available. I don't know how free roaming they are, but either way all of these are for the animals, minus my yurt with the wooden door."

"Aismir really is like a melting pot. Some days I feel weird since there's nobody specifically like me around, but lets be honest... I feel much more at-home here than I ever did at my actual hometown." Villanelle peered into a third and fourth yurt, finding the wolf pup sleeping next to a grey cat. "Awe look at the little cutie-cutes." She held the doorway covering off to the side so Nimue could easily see the cuteness. Inside, the wolf was curled into a ball while the cat was sprawled out, belly up, hanging up and over the wolf's butt. "Of course the cat's sleepin' spread out like that. Ever since she started feeling comfortable here, she's been *That* Carefree heheh. Anyway yeah that's the wolf pup without parents. I haven't mentioned the plan to Luna yet, as I figured it might cause stress if she wasn't ready to hear it yet."
Sandra
"Most of my mother's relations accepted me, though had I chosen to remain with her and her family, I'd likely be more Nymph like - sometimes said children would be raised only in the forests and over time, they'd become true Nymphs so to speak... As for those still alive, aye a fair number are still alive and well, Nymphs are tied close to their mother forests and trees. So long as said forest and tree is healthy, they can live for quite a long time - some older Nymphs might even choose to fuse with their trees, entering a sort of deep sleep."

"Before we go see Luna proper, I'll come back over to unharness the pair - knowing them they'll be likely to wander about or simply nap where they please" *She remarked, looking about at a few of the napping animals inside the yurts and those wandering about.*

"Aye, tis rare for folks like you or others to stay long in Aismir, most that I've seen just pass on through - commonly in the direction of the Battle School, or on their way into the mountains."

*Nimue would chuckle at the sight of the sleeping wolf pup and cat* "Well goes to show that if one's surroundings are peaceful enough, anyone can become that carefree. But onto the main matter... Does the pup have anything with its smell on it? Like a toy or even some cloth, it could be good if Luna knows the scent of the pup before meeting face to face."
George
"I bet you would look beautiful as a Nymph," Villanelle remarked. "I don't mean you're not beautiful now, because you are, but imagining you more Nymph-like helps me imagine your mother. Did she usually take a more erm... Leafy look? The one I knew from home was practically one with her tree like you mentioned them doing, only coming out when Roscoe and I came by." 

 Following Nimue back to Ragna and Tanja, Villanelle sat on the corner of the trough table. "You know, I found I like normal, not stuck-up, people as well as nature, so Aismir seemed like an improved version of home. We did spend a number of years wandering, not really finding a new home until running into Baern."

"Most of the animals took some not-small amount of days to get comfortable. As for the wolf pup... One sec." Villanelle hurried back to the yurt the wolf pup and cat were in. Sneaking in, she went off to the side and grabbed a small wooden stick, about a foot in length. It had many bite marks along it. Quietly slinking out, she made her way back to Nimue and the horses. "How about this? As far as I know, only the pup has been gnawing on this."
Sandra
"Most Nymphs often take after their surroundings, most of my mother's family are shades of earth and brown oak. My mother herself looks like me, though has more leaves woven in her hair, and has various tattoos about her body" *She explained, having once asked herself as a child.*

*Nimue worked to free her horses, before leading them out to the open - she'd turn back around when Villanelle returned with the chewed stick.* "Aye, this should be good enough, suppose we shall visit Luna and see how she takes to the smell of it. If positive, then perhaps we can allow them to meet."
George
Villanelle sat, interested in Nimue talking about her mom, though more for the hints of love and affection in her voice and demeanor. "Does she have tattoos like yours, or should I say, do you have tattoos like hers? Anyway, Let's go see Luna." 

 Leading the way, Nimue went down a few yurts down to the one on the right. She held up a finger to Nimue, as if to say wait. She went in alone. Inside, laying down but awake was a slightly skinny grey wolf. Patches of fur around the back of her neck were missing but were regrowing nicely. Seeing her awake, Villanelle spoke out loud to Luna. "Oh Luuuuna! How are you feeling?" She sat down near Luna's head and started petting her gently. 

 Luna horizontally stretched her legs, resting the side of her head on Villanelle's lap as she looked up at her. *"I'm okay,"* She mentally declared. *"Everyday is better."* She sniffed the air and sat up on her hind legs, looking towards the doorway. *"Who is here?"*

Villanelle sniffed with her in solidarity. "Her name is Nimue. She is one with nature and can be trusted. She is the one that helped me help you sleep better. Remember? I told you she would come by and check on you herself after a little while. Do you feel up to meeting her?" Luna turned her head to Villanelle and gave her a blink, mentally saying *"Yes"* Before facing back towards the doorway. "Okay Nimue; come on in. This... Is Luna! Luna, Nimue!"
Sandra
"My mother and I share some tattoos, least in color and shape but most tend to be unique from Nymph to Nymph, as I can remember growing up" *She answered, following the elf from behind.*

*She lingered outside to wait as asked, overhearing the elf talk with the wolf in her usual manner. Once she had gotten the all clear, Nimue stepped into the yurt and lowered herself down to Luna's level.*

*Like with most animals, Nimue would let Luna approach first, she only lifted to show the back of her hand towards the she wolf* "Pleasure to meet ye Luna, I'm glad to see that the sleeping oils have been helping ye." *Unless Luna touched her in some manner, Nimue would simply judge on body language while she would let Villanelle mention the topic of the wolf pup.*
George
Villanelle gave Nimue a nod as she got in position. Mentally, she told Luna how Nimue can understand her by touch. Luna gave Villanelle an understanding stare, then slowly stood up. Taking a few steps to close the distance, Luna studied Nimue as a whole as well as her hand. She closely sniffed the back of Nimue's hand before sliding it up past her cold wet nose and onto her head.

 Luna took a sitting position once more. *"I am Luna. I have... Lost much. Sleep not easy since. Not until... V and you. Thank you."* From under Nimue's hand, she looked up kindly into Nimue's eyes.
Sandra
"You're quite welcome Luna" *Nimue replied, stroking Luna's head* "Aye, I was told of what happened to ye - but I'm glad to see that you are on the mend. Slow and steady steps when it comes to healing."

*Nimue would begin to check Luna over a bit, keeping close enough to keep up conversation* "Overall, with a steady diet and getting back into a sleep routine - ye should make a decent recovery. Though there is another matter in which we wanted to ask your thoughts of... Villanelle why don't you share with Luna ye idea?"

*It should be Villanelle that tells Luna, given the two know each other a tad better.*
George
Upon her cue, Villanelle nodded to Nimue and wriggled her way over to Luna, still on her knees. She produced the chewed-on stick and presented it to Luna. "This stick belongs to another member of our patchwork animal pack. Before I tell you more, care to give it a sniff?"

 Luna turned and sniffed it a few times in curious, but cautious, shallow breaths. After staring at it for what seemed like forever, she suddenly placed her mouth over it. A brief moment later, she released it and sniffed towards the sky. She looked at the stick again, to Villanelle, and then to Nimue, placing her head under Nimue's hand again. *"Perhaps I know. Young one, yes?"*

Villanelle nodded. "Yes, a young wolf pup. Roscoe and I found him alone, seemingly abandoned."

Luna gave her a knowing blink. *"Some alphas think it weakness. Young take time to build nose. Not weakness. Bring me young one."*

"Okay Luna. Wait here, and we'll go get him." Villanelle motioned to Nimue and would follow her out the yurt. Once they reached the yurt the pup was napping in, she peeked in, seeing the pup and cat still asleep, both curled up alone. Popping her head back out, she turned to Nimue. "Okay, soooo... Sanity check, Nimue... What did you think of Luna? I know what she said, but do you think she's ready to meet this wolf pup?"
Sandra
*Nimue would cross her arms, and click her tongue* "Though she is recovering as well as ye hoped, I am perhaps a tad uncertain on introducing the pup to Luna... Wolf packs rely on all members to stay strong. Nature in itself is a... Cruel mistress at times."

*She'd purse her lips* "At most we can try to introduce them, but we both must be prepared... Rejection could still happen. Its sometimes complex with animals. But I do feel there is still a bit of a mother in Luna; at most we can still try... Better to have tried, than to have not at all."

*This was the most advice she could offer on the matter, for the wolf pup - it needed another wolf to show it how to live in the wild; less it have to remain in the haven for all its days.*
George
Villanelle nodded in agreement. "Yes, nature really can be cruel, but it can also be fair. Perhaps the corruption spawned from Luna's partner not being strong enough to lead a pack properly. Perhaps this pup got blindsided by something from above falling onto his head. It may be nature's balance that brought these two together, but you're right, we'll have to try. 

 Entering the yurt fully this time, Villanelle crept in and picked up the still-sleeping wolf pup. The cat picked up her head for all of a moment before laying it back down in slumber once more. Heading back to the yurt, Luna was found patiently sitting, staring at the pup as they returned. She motioned with her nose to place him down. Setting him down in front of her, Villanelle took a side step to the left. "What do you think of him, Luna?" 

 Luna let out a growl. *"Much too young. Failure on pack, not pup. As a mother, he would never be alone in my pack."* The pup stirred slightly.

Ensuring the wrong idea didn't come across, Villanelle held out a thumbs up. "Luna thinks a pup this young being alone like this was the fault of his pack. Admittedly, now that I think about it, I always saw packs in the past always keep a watchful eye on pups his age!"

Luna laid down with the pup and started cleaning him. *"Yes. Too young to leave den. I will teach him. He will be a good leader one day."* The pup whined at the wake up call. 

 "Well, Luna just went into mother mode. I guess some things are like second nature, motherhood being one of them!" Villanelle gave the pair a teary smile.
Sandra
*This was the best outcome for both parties, and Nimue was glad to see things would work out as hoped* "I'm sure you'll raise him properly Luna, we'll leave ye and the pup be for now - and no skipping ye meals, how else will ye run with your wee one?" *She jested, before stepping out of the yurt.*

*Once Villanelle had stepped back outside as well, Nimue would address her* "Well tis good to see that the fruits of our labor didn't go to waste, hopefully soon Luna and the pup will be running around again in due time. You'l have to keep me updated when ye can - were there any other animals that needed help around here?"

*While she did enjoy the haven, Nimue knew that she wouldn't likely stay for very long - but the trip out here had been a rather nice one.*
George
Luna gave Nimue a slow blink with a sentiment of understanding and appreciation. Following Nimue out, she let out a sigh of relief. "Yes, thank you! I'm glad you were able to take time and see Luna and this place. The other animals are fine honestly. Just let me know if you'd like some company on some herb collecting, alright? Roscoe and I will gladly help ya out!" She gave Nimue a hug and waved goodbye. "We'll see you again sometime. You know where to find us: here or at Baern's shop." Unlike making their way to Villanelle's haven, the way back would lead anyone back to the main road and then to Aismir, no problem.

. . .

 The days that followed for Luna and the wolf pup were filled with bonding and discipline. Luna did not let up on the pup. When she told the humanoids she would teach him, she did. However, the cat missed her nap buddy and sometimes tagged along with the wolves. Perhaps Luna would take more *Unconventional* Animals under her paw! Time would tell. 

 Villanelle returned to her usual treks with Roscoe back and forth to Aismir. She of course informed Baern on how everything went with Nimue and joked how she would be a keeper if he was interested. Regardless of any interest Baern may or may not have for Nimue, he and Villanelle worked on a small thank you for her. It was a granite mortar, pestle, and accompanying wooden cutting board. Baern of course crafted most of the mortar and pestle, being the stoneworker and all, but Villanelle designed a wooden handle to more comfortably grip the pestle. Baern's mortar sat on three feet resembling wolf paws. To complement it, Villanelle made the cutting board have 3 paw-shaped holes the mortar's feet could slide into. When not in use, the topmost hole doubled as a hanging hole. Within a week, they ran over to the north side of Aismir and gifted it to Nimue, thanking her once again for everything.
Sandra
*Nimue certainly had been caught off guard by the sudden visit from Baern and Villanelle, but she nevertheless welcome their company. She accepted the finely crafted mortar and pestle; quite liking the matching cutting board - she remarked that she'd use all three very well in her work ahead.*

*To return the favor, Nimue offered the two their choice of one of her potion creations - and asking Villanelle to let her know how things faired with Luna and the pup. She'd bid them farewell when they departed, but expected she might likely see them around town no doubt.*