Welcome to Gaia! ::

Kat was paying more attention to the books on the shelf but she answered, if alittle distantly, "Procreation is better than death anyways." Sh epicked up a couple of said romance noevls, "Maybe we should put them aside for patients..."

She tossed the books into the start of a new pile. 'Well, maybe we should go look for just one plant then, even if we find a small one it would be enough."

She put down "Death For Dummies" And looked to Moon, one hand resting on the table, "We need to get started on something, we never know when we're goign to start getting patients, where are we goign to put them?"

"not relaly the healthies thing for a patient to be doing, especially if they are bleeding out the ears," He sighed. "Might as well i suppose, though I imagne most will want to sleep."

"There are several forests around here, but tehre enver seems to be anything growing on the ground." He shrugged. "Wouldn't hurt to look though."

"I'm thinking Honoursfield. Can't bring peoeple here, it's not right. Deep Water is deiing. Honoursfield is just new, and we could probably make a good standing there. It will be close enough to battle, but not too far away either."

She was still on her knees using that dagger to get the blood off the floor. Of course the position she was in mixed with the clothes she wore probably made quite a show for anyone who decided to walk by and Nym scurrying around her only irritated her. "Nym! I cannot do this if you are so set on getting inside my clothes." She scooped him up by his stomach and set him on the steps then leaned back over and started removing the blood once again, her daggers making a scraping against the stone.

Kat smiled, glad he flet the same way as she did.

And then she didn't know what to feel. She wanted to talk to her father, but at the same time she was afraid to, she always said the worn things to him.

She stretched her arms in a slight immitation of Moon, 'Sure why not? But I'll let you know I have no idea where my father is... but we will need some money wont we? We'll need a solid building..."

She stood up, "well then, how far to Honoursfield?"

Oh what's wrong, you don't want to play anymore? I thought we were having fun. Am I too puffy to play? He had also learned a fine trait from Sevilin...stuffing yourself till you were sick. Of course in anticipation that you may not get more than one meal a day or for a few days you wouldn't have anything.

Thus the ferret was sporting quite the rounded furry belly as he lounged on the step on his side. I just want what's in your pockets. You have a lot of circle things, I like circle things. Though his ears twiched to another direction.

Grumbling he threw open the front door of the place, letting it shut behind him as it would, ignorning guard and slave alike. Right now, Nym was horribly testing his nerves. Cared for the creature but sometimes...well sometimes he wanted to crush him himself.

Though his grumbling came to a stop as he noticed Zahara....on the floor...on her hands and knees....scantidly clad...what was this a trick of some sorts. Make him stare like an adolescent so she had a reason to lay into him with something sharp an pointy. Oh no, he wouldn't have that.

So he turned so that his side was to her, not front or back. "Nym, you try my patience today, get over here and we're going home..." As he tried to bite his tongue from making a snide comment to Zahara.

Kat stood in her room and looked around, undure what she was supposed to take with her, she wasn't used to traveling by... Vah. She reached down and picked up her carving knife, and her quils, a couple of extra earings if she felt like she wanted more, she shoved all that into her pockets. She had no money... but maybe she could do some carvings and sell them?

She sighed and threw he cloak over her shoulders, pulled the hood over her odly colour hair. She had washed out the green and pink, and now had dark purple hair, with bright blue wings painted on the sides. She rushed out side to Moonstone.

'So huh.. what exactly..do i do?" She didn't want to just jump on his back and yell "take off"....

A snap of his head to her to glare as she really went about chastising him on his conduct towards the rune scribed creature. Though his eyes narrowed as he watched her go through those motions that looked like they were nothign but normal actions, but could be more. Oh he hated drow women...devious vipers, all of them.

"You're telling me what I can and can not do when you are the one on your hands and knees cleaning the floor?" Oh he just had to say it...be it to be mean to to keep himself composed. Damn woman. Though he shook his head and a set his jaw, positively irritating. "Nym..."

Alright, alright, I understand, she's upsetting you isn't she? What? Nym knew exactly how Sev felt about drow women...he'd wish them all thrown into a volcano and would be the one doing the throwing if he was offered the chance...then again he thought that about surface elves. Oh wait no, he wanted to turn the surface elves into stew, that was right. Stew that was fed to Underdark critters. Hm...it did sound kind of good, would there be vegetables in it too? Lazily he rolled off the step, protruding belly making him walk silly.

She finished scraping the rest of the blood and his comment forced her to push herself to her feet, chest heaving with her anger and her hands hit her hips. "I'm on my hands and knees cleaning up your ferret's mess so your ferret doesn't find himself a hat or something nearly as unsavory! And you are the one who made the circle do that exploding thing and then harden forcing someone to clean up this mess." She was using the dagger as a pointer, first pointing it at him and then at the floor where th congealed blood had been scraped into a pile. "And not another comment from you about that! Oh and you owe me a pair of socks! Nym massacred mine earlier."