Breeze swirls and twisted through the Homewood. A warm but still cool tindling brushes by Betty's den. the wind carries a sweet lilac bushes sent with it. It reminds Betty of a younger more youthful self. With out thinking she stands to look out her den to greet the morning. A yawn leaves her muzzle louder then she had intended which wakes Chenoa. "Oops sorry hun." She said once she hears Chenoa stirring in the den. "What time is it?" She mumbles form her warm spot next to Betty's nest. "Humm its mid morning I think but still early." Betty called back into the den. Chenoa stretching out to wake her muscles. She was not looking forward to the trip Betty had planned but she was about to let her friend go all alone either. Rubbing her face a few times, Chenoa started gathering a small pack to take with them. "Water skin, treats, rope just in case." She started listing things off as she placed them in the pack.
Today was the day they would visit the Blackbriar Bog. It was not Betty's favorite place to go. The smell alone was enough to keep anything with a nose away but she had heard of many nouls going out there to do there part. She had been feeling a pull to go there but had not answered the call until today. Today was the day.
Betty shivered at the thought of the awful smell and called to Chenoa "Do we have any cloth in there we could stuff with these lilacs to mask the smell of the bog some." Chenoa looked around the den and spotted just the right stuff. Hopping out of the den she laid two triangle cloths on the ground before Betty. Betty set to work filling the cloth with the sweet flowers until Chenoa came back with her pack. "Ok doey are you ready to get going to the bog." Chenoa scrunched up her nose and Betty totally understood why but she needed to make the trip it was time. "Sorry but we really need to go today."
Hopping up onto Betty's back they headed out. It was not a very long walk 10 or 15 miles and then they were at the edge of the bog and homewoods. Chenoa pulled out the flower fill cloths and tied them around first her muzzle then Betty's, which only helped the smell some but not much.
Not wanting to chance running into a bog beast, Betty stilled her mind and enters a state of meditation. Everything around her turns dark and brings to light every living creature within a reasonable distance form her and Chenoa. Searching around she see many frogs and such all around. Her mind settles on a creature straight ahead that looks to be an injured bird. "Aww poor thing." She say in her meditative state. "What.. Whats wrong?" Betty hears Chenoa call and she in brought back to the real world.
"There is a hurt bird in there." Betty said and indicated with her head. "Well what you waiting for lets go help it." Chenoa said with a small eye roll. Betty shacks her head at her eager and courageous friend. "Ok ok I am going." Betty heads off toward the small bird and finds the poor thing laying in bog mug below a tree that holds a nest. The mug was think and coated the birds feathers. The poor thing was clearly tried from struggling to get itself out of the mug and one wing was hanging at a not so natural angle. "Aww you poor little thing here let us help you out." Chenoa hopped down form Betty's back and reached into the muddy puddle to free the bird. Setting it down on dryer land the bird lay panting form exaction.
With great care Betty explained that she was going to clean the mud off to its feathers. Though they could not understand each other the bird was far to tried to fight. Betty started pouring clear water from her water skin all over the bird taking care to not get its head wet. After mud was cleared away Betty could clearly see that this bird was a dove and it wing was broken for sure. "Well it looks like your broke your wing little dove but thank the Great Tree he has brought me to you because I am a vivify and I can heal it." she explained to the bird. Inhaling and exhaling a couple of times she felt her gift stir within her and she watched as the red mist left her body and fell onto the bird. The bone turned and pop was heard and then the wing looked right again. Betty watched as the bird stood and tested its wing a couple of times before flying away and up to its nest.
"Well with that I am beet and need to nap but not here." Betty said while looking around that bog. Chenoa nodded in agreement and hopped back onto Betty's back. She was not sure she had fulfilled the pull she had been filling but she was done for the day after using her gift so many times. As she left the bog she knew she would have to come back some time. This place clearly need some love and understanding. If a white dove could make a place like that its home then it needed to be cared for as much as a noul could. As she entered her den Betty wondered what the Bog would look like once it was healthy again.
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