[ AW ] Learn to Soar

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he sun rose on a new day, the warm morning buzzed with life around him as he set up his area. A woven blanket of reeds laid over the dewy grass, small bundles of herbs, ready for sale were set out around the blanket. The heat of the day almost felt oppressive, like it stole the very breath out of the herbalist's lungs, but nothing could wipe the gentle smile from his face. He had set up today by the edge of the water, ready for travelers who might be in need of medicinal help. Around him, he could hear the bustle of other stall-holders, readying themselves for a day. There were not too many here yet, but the field would fill up before the sun found the middle of the sky.

With a smile, Sage moved toward the water, dipping his paws in to the cool liquid, allowing the briny sea air to penetrate his lungs. Days like today reminded him of his family. Of life before they were torn apart. Memories of his mother, so gentle and caring, and of his father. Tall, solid, immovable. Sage often found himself wishing he was more like his father, but he took after his mother in almost every way. His heart was kind, and generous. Sometimes, looking out over the ocean, he felt like he could see her. Her silvery figure glistening with droplets of the sea, her eyes glowing green as the water she floated in, her silver coat spreading around her body like a halo.

Sage turned from the water, looking over the small crowd that had begun to form as he made his way back to his stall. "Herbs and healing offered here!" He called out in a cheery voice, flashing a charming smile at a lady that passed him by.

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