Welcome to Gaia! ::

He nodded along, as he knew all about fever, until she spoke a mentor. The story of dying foals and whiteflower was not a tale he was familiar with, though it could well be true. At the least it provided a cautionary tale. "I grind mine," he interrupted briefly. "You had a mentor?" he redirected, as it had been enough of a surprise to find this doe was a healer. That she had learned from another...

He, too, glanced at her pet as she spoke and then gave a dry chuckle. "One cannot have everything, I suppose."

"No, I have yet to meet any other healers," he began and then, "Besides you," he remedied. Acorn Crop; he would have to remember that name. If he did encounter her, he could say he had met her apprentice.

He tutted, eyes lit with humor, "A pet is hardly the same as a kin. One is much more intelligent. Although I'm not always sure it's the kin." Not that either his pet or hers were a striking example of animal intelligence.

A bird wing. He stowed that away in his memory should he ever stumble upon such a kin. There was always more to learn in the art of healing and perhaps he might be taught more, or even vice versa. He was certainly no slouch.

Returned to the mission at hoof, he continued forward to a spot of flowers ringed by purely grass. There were hints of mushrooms nestled deep within the green but it was unimportant. "Here," he nosed at the white petals within the ring, "only whiteflower grows. No moonflower to hide it." He smiled as he lifted his head.