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Having seen this sort of malady before, Zecora felt fairly certain that she knew with what they may be dealing. Looking for the path she marked this direction, she slows her trot by half as she spots it. The broken green branch of the cherry tree directly south of her house. Turning her head she tries to relay to her traveling companion what she thinks indicates what the injury is. "The timber wolf has rock in its skin's place, there's a native that offers this replace. Cockatrice are known for steely eyed gaze, wolves are bad neighbors, hell was raised. The wound is the result of their meeting, the wolf survived, but took quite the beating." Offering an encouraging nod as her paths end coming into view.

It seems this stallion is right on one thing, at the very least they need to see if the creature can be treated or if it is too far decayed to survive. This is an important detail that can only be known after laying eyes on the poor beast. "One thing is certain, this creature, not far. We should set traps near the trees it did mar. I suggest a pit, contain our quarry. Once in, put it to sleep, the ways, vary." Now going over the various plants and concoctions that can help them put the likely scared wooden wolf to sleep. Reaching into her satchel, she finds a few things she brought with her... And realizes that the most important things are at home. Luckily they are very close to that ominous cave with an injured tenant. She leaves the descaling lotion gets dropped near the entrance. She nods in a way that might indicate to follow and begins to trot to her house deeper in the Everfree forest.

Having readied the mixture to help her new friend begin to heal, Zecora now looks expectantly at her guest, asking, simply, "I simply need you to finish your tea, this will be fast, careful and swift I'll be. Let me know when you're ready, I'll start then. It should not hurt at all..." Realizing her guest might have a unique tolerance to the numbing power of the sugary additive to the tea, she added, with a shrug, "... Some, if any." Now standing next to the injured wing, double checking the wounded area in final preparations.

Alright... Neither of you are following the rules. Pyro, you never messaged me to join my post. Aisede, your arc was done and you didn't wait your turn. KaityKat was next to be interacted with in this post. Both of you need to follow the rules set out by this site and by this post, by me. The title of the post says, (OPEN ASK)... NOT (Open just message anyone but the Original Poster). Not only that, you aren't even responding to me in your reply on my post, you are trying to RP with someone that also broke the rules. Both of you, GTFO. I'm still not feeling well, and can't return and dedicated myself to proper cannon Zecora RP. You both have been reported to @Admin

You're right, I'm not on there. I haven't posted all too much and I'm still on hiatus, so I can understand not getting to that.

Having seen a wolf made of wood many times in her time in the Everfree Forest, she knew well the way it was supposed to look. Being in this forest for as many years as as she had, she knew also the few things that could cause this sort of damage. Remarking on the oddity of the chicken claw tracks they saw earlier and the following drag marks across those same foot prints, she had a very strange idea of what may have happened. Assessing everything and thinking a moment, she knew that waiting even one more day would only bring trouble for more farm animals, such as Fluttershy's chickens and others' as well. On one such issue, such as what this creature is now enduring, she had recently offered aid. A pony with a few chickens had lost one as it wandered into the woods. Upon finding it standing still near the edge of the Everfree, they saw a large snake like creature about to take it for a midnight snack. They yelled and chased off the reptilian assailant only to find that their chicken was very stiff and cold. The poor, worried pony rushed to Zecora and asked for her help. Offering it groggily, as the hour was late, she could recognize the effects very easily. The transfixing eyes of the creature this chicken faced do more than dazzle and charm. The chicken was more than simply stiff, it was partly turned to stone. She began by asking the chicken farmer to go collect very strong wine from town. They rushed off. She also bolted. A nearby cave had what she needed. The bats that lived there often made piles of their refuse, which she took out a bottle to fill with the strange material. After filling two large bottles, she rushed back and preparing the material by adding it to a wash tub lined with cloth. She then pushed it all to one side and covered it up, stomping on it to extract a strange liquid. She began to remove the squished guano from the basin and bright it to leave near the cave, in the soiled cloth. She then poured the ample supply of strange liquid into a bottle while she waited for the wine. When the pony returned, she asked them to dump all of the wine into the caldron as she lit the fire. Once they were done, she brought her table over and propped it against the caldron, creating a slanted surface raised above the heated wine. As they watched, the water in the wine rose as steam and dripped down the table. After a while, she seemed satisfied with what they had left. Dumping the mystery liquid from earlier into the mix, she asked the pony to stir it gently as she cleaned the bottles from earlier. When she was done, she filled the bottles with the liquid and stored it for later. The rest she poured over the now solid stone chicken. After some time, the chicken shed its stoney outer shell like an egg and was very confused for a moment into the chicken's pony was seen. They left happy and she had a new remedy. She offered the information she needed to in as concise a format as she felt she could. She spoke slow, quiet and deliberate, saying, "The wolf will soon sleep, stone to cover all. If you wish to save it, be brave, stand tall. I'll need you to aid, help keep it asleep. I've something at home, potion made to keep. You'll come help me give it reason to rest. I've no doubt it will work, we'll do our best." Nodding to the pony she had in tow, she began to trot off, at first quietly and somewhat slowly, then, as their distance to the injured creature grew, she picked up a little more speed and gusto, looking back to be sure her new friend followed as she rushed home.

Nodding, Zecora, accepts the day and time, chuckling at yet another attempt at rhyming. It seemed as if this unicorn was trying this in playful mimicry to her own way of speaking. As flattering as it was, she knew she enjoy tea later on with them. She offered back the empty basket, having put the purchased flowers into her satchel, both to dry and to keep them from those hungry enough to attempt to take them. At this, she leaves, wordlessly, knowing that everything is arranged, as she had hoped.

Looking back as she hears the unicorn, Rose, calling out. A spark of realization flashes across her face. She rummages through her satchel for a map of Ponyville and points to the town hall. To express better what she had in mind, she said, "On the day that we want to meet for tea, you'll come here, the town hall is where I'll be. What time, what day would you like to meet here? Me, your Everfree guide, nothing you'll fear." Certain that these words would relay enough information to her new acquaintance that she knew what the plan was and that she needed to select a day and time to meet.

Tentatively meeting the gestured hoof with her own, she ended up just clopping the hooves together and feeling awkward. She said, to the unicorn in front of her, "Good fortune to you, I'll see you again. Of course, for tea, we'll surely meet up then." Taking the flowers she purchased and putting them into her satchel, she trotted out the door, attempting to find the other things she needed before she had to head home again.

The grinding sound was unnerving to say the least, but it was also methodical. Either the one causing the sound was causing it on purpose, trying to lure those that heard it... Or they were very focused on their actions, just going through muscle memory to complete their task. If it was the later, it could be some kind of new creature or an injured creature, much like what Mr. Copper suggested. The only sure way to know is to see it for ourselves. Having come to this conclusion as quickly as she could, she tried to relay as much to her fellow researcher as quietly as possible. She said, "Too many ideas, to much unknown now, we should gather courage, find out, somehow." She then moved to a better position to possibly see the source of the noise.

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Thinking of the other shops she needs to visit today, especially for her favorite tea and some of the more common flowers and plants she was hoping to find, she decided it was time to close up the exchange and invite for another chat later on, over tea, likely. She said, simply, "I have more errands, these few plants, I'll take. I invite you to tea, biscuits I'll bake." She places some bits on the nearest counter, a generous amount for the flowers she selected, hoping that left the unicorn pleased with their business. The invite to tea and biscuits was something she learned from her dealings with the royal sisters but mostly Rarity. Flutershy was very helpful in all of this as well. They are all great influences on how she interacts with others, now.

The stallion was certainly brash, but he was also sincere and wore a bit of his heart on his sleeve. Admirable as those traits were, Zecora knew it was often the icebreaker others chose when facing her for the first time. Responding as if a practiced filly's fairytale Rhyme, she said, "When one speaks, they must think long and much. If one speaks without much of a thought, they will find succuss hard to be bought. Rhyming may help, take one's time and such." She knew the childhood rhyme was not well thought out, but it was written by someone well out of practice, from age. Taking a moment to think how best to follow that up, she takes a look forward to see if their tracking may have born any fruit. Not seeing anything to focus on instead, she simply offered further explanation. She said, "To speak is to express your innermost, don't lie, be honest, uplift, do not boast. These are the things taught while I was quite young. To honor them all, my words can be sung." Hoping that these two rhymes were enough to get across the answer to his question. Fearing they might be distracted if what they track is caught up to, or catches up to them instead.

Taken, a little, by the flattering attempt at mimicry, Zecora can easy see that this strange pony might look up to other herbalist and should treat them with similar respect. Just because her methods are not the same, doesn't mean she deserves any shame. Formulating her thoughts she wished to express, she said, "Platonic or not, matters none at all. Friendship I seek, please come for tea, this fall. No rushed invite, just a welcomed smart guest, plants be or topic, easy, the rest." Hoping her invite was well received as an opportunity to "talk shop" and learn a bit from each other.