Bird watched in a befuddled manner as Bethberry seemed to pull an entire cornecopia of herbs and poltices out of her satchel, and tended to eveyone's wounds, however minor, before finally treating her own injuries.
When she came to look at Birdie's scratches, she waved the herbalist away, partly out of guilt at such mothering from someone who was obviously much worse off than herself, and partly because she did not want Bethberry to look too closely at the talon marks, and wonder how they got there.
"By Earth and Sky, sit down!" grumbled Birdie, waving her away. "Now, what is it we can do for you? If you tell me what to prepare, I think I can manage it. My boiling water hardly ever burns." she smiled.
Suddenly the elf-maid Naaramare gave out a strange yip, as if she had been startled by something. Birdie started and looked around, finally returning her gaze to Naaramare. Whatever had produced the strange reaction, it was nothing that Birdie could see.
The elf-riders were huddled to the side of the trail, one crying pitiously and burying her head in the shoulder of her companion. Bird understood THAT reaction right enough. In her younger days, it had worked fairly well for her too, when she chose to use it.
Shaking her head, she muttered one word under her breath: "Elves!"
[ July 11, 2002: Message edited by: Birdland ]
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