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  1. TessQ85
    Seeing this new shop out of the corner of her view, she wondered why she never saw it before. It must be new. Regardless, it was very well placed and had a very unique selection. Straining to see the displayed inventory the shop offered, questions began to arise. The inclusion of silver poppy was a concern, the golden poppy were helpful but the silver poppy had an addictive nature... Or was it the violet poppy? Is there such a thing as "silver poppy"? Interest piqued, she finished her meal, gathered her things and made her way toward the stalls and shop. Examining the plants she found out front, she only had more and more questions. She knew of plants with similar look and similar name, but these were just different enough to raise too many questions. "Should I look further into this unknown? Is there more flora than what I've been shown?" Querying to herself, mostly. She continued, directly toward any inside, "I need to know more, I'd look inside, please. These aromas invite, carried on breeze. What you have in view, how much for a sale? My knowledge of these plant does, to you, pale." Hoping to hear something back as she looked farther into the wafting jungle of mysterious and varied flowers and plants. She began to dive deeper into thought, seeing such similarity between plants she knew of similar names and look and these odd creatures before her.
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    Having spent a good deal of the summer gathering many herbs that come in season around the Everfree Forest, Zecora knew it was coming to the time of year that she might have a hard time finding certain plants in the woods or even in town. She needed to head into town and find what they still had in stock, especially in the flower department. While they would very likely not have any of the unique plants she needed, they are likely to have herbs, spices and flowers that ponies used every day for beautification and aesthetics as well as seasoning and such. Going over the list she wrote, to be sure she had little reason to miss anything, she packed for the trip and started on her way out of her hollowed out tree hut toward Ponyville proper. On the path she chose in order to head into town, she could hear much of the wildlife in the forest. It's cheerful tones and bright atmosphere boosted her mood which seemed to sag a little as the days grew shorter. The leaves being mostly gone now, after the annual 'Running of the Leaves" had been well underway for a while, she could see much farther than before. This also meant she was even less likely to find some of the things she was hoping for. As she thought on this, some of the sounds from Ponyville could be heard in the distance as the afternoon sun crested to the left, over the naked treetops she was now soon to exit. A satchel over her back and a cloak between her and the winds bite, she found the road and began the last and least troublesome, hoof of her journey. Making it into town was a simple task at this point, she began to formulate which place to head to first. She needed certain flowers and plants she's likely to find amongst the market stalls and more tea, as she had recently run out. Lemons, limes, grapefruit, apples, carrots, natural honey etc all of which had a strong medicinal or flavorful purpose, but also that she hoped she could find strewn about the cart and stall doppled and lively streets. She settled with getting a snack first, as she rounded the corner to the promising café there, ordering food and sitting for a short meal before her shopping would continue. (Comment with a description of the types of things your stall or store sells and I can bring us into dialogue from there. I actually know a good deal about medicinal herbs, plants and flowers as well as the properties of common fruits and veggies in medicine and cooking. Feel free to ask questions and explore what I can bring to this character, in the form of knowledge and education, as well as adding my own flare to her iconic rhyming couplets.) (If you are unsure how to approach the scene, message me and I'll gladly help us start things off or help you figure out how to approach in your own way. Sorry I'm so long winded, I'm just excited to finally be able to RP as a canon character again after so long. I'm also eager to present my unique talents, but I don't want to over express or "showboat" (I need to look up the etymological significance of that term, cause I'm now curious), instead I'd rather have meaningful and fun interactions. I'll gladly work with you in any way you need to get started. Feel free to message me. Thank you for your contributions, understanding and help in this.)
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    While she was so invested in figuring this issue out, she seems up have forgot to address her own name. A social blunder not often experienced by her, as she knew well most that came through the forest she's grown to know so well. She blinked a few times at the astonishment she felt at this newfound issue and formulated a swift remedy. She said, "I am called Zecora, an herbalist mare. With no introduction, t'was not very fair. Where do you suggest we find out next clue? I've said a bit much, I leave this to you." Looking to Strong Copper as she dug her hoof at the ground, scraping away at one of many claw marks on the ground. In her efforts, she found more wood chips, similar to the ones found in the tree's scars, by the looks of it. Pointing her about in the direction of her find, she offered a snort of a short sort to draw attention to her report.
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    Thank you, all, for words, so thoughtful and kind. Glad I know, my efforts don't fall behind. If we keep communications open, I'll keep performing well, least I'm hopin'. If ever you feel I need work at all, know you can reach me, I'll come at your call. Thank you again, I will see you in post, for role play is great, I like it the most.
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    Bringing over a large banana leaf and lots of what looks like rough green string. She begins by placing the leaves down on the floor near the injured wing. Bringing out a large flat bowl, she places a large, flat, thick, somewhat spiky green gel filled cactus like 'leaf' between her hooves and squeezes out a milky clear jelly into the bowl, dumping in two cucumbers and some of the chamomile tea she had in the kitchen. She then brings out a large pot of honey and begins to warm it by the hearth. She begins to stomp into the bowl, mixing up the selected ingredients. After a couple minutes, she retrieves the same star shaped, candied flower from earlier and places it in the recently emptied cup for tea and pushes that and the tea pot toward her guest as she gets to work. She nudges the honey toward the bowl and tips it in, pouring out the translucent honey, in which you can see globs of bees wax, indicating a very raw source. She then heads outside only to return with a bunch of wheat grass. Folding the honey and wheat grass into the mixture she looks to the pony she is hoping to aid, and says, "I hope you like the tea, you now need more, my hooves are busy, else, I'd gladly pour. I'll place this" motioning to the mixture "on your wings, in just a bit. That sweet flower will numb you as you sit." Beginning to pile the mixture on the large leaves beside her new friend. Leaving a bit in the bowl to work with later.
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    Pondering for a moment the many things this pony said, another thought had come to mind. To form it into a good, short descriptive expression, she tried to figure out a method of delivery they might fill it better. Realizing, in a flash of insight, what she could say, she offers, methodically says, "There's not much can leave a mark such as this. Details we found, one could easily miss. Not live and well as you say it should be, there's only one answer that I can see. If I tied a rattle and shook my tail, hid in a bush, I'd make you're face go pale. I've spoken much of things I do not know, we need much more knowledge before we go." Looking at the friend that is helping figure out this mysteries secrets, she seems, once again, deep in thought. Thinking of lore she heard from home and from her own travels, as well as other travellers, about a mysterious Werewolf that had attacked ponies, but was found to just be a bad pony wearing a wolf's coat as it ran away. Maybe this is similar...maybe it's quite different. Maybe the creature is just sick and the wood, therefore, looks dead. We'll need more information, that for certain. All we have right now are ideas. She'll have to wait to see what the other pony thinks.
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    Relieved that this Strong Copper stallion could tell this logical fact she felt was fairly vital, she excitedly nodded, then immediately took on a dour almost deathly somber expression as she worked up a response. Realising what this could possibly mean, she said, in a very serious tone, as if this were a grizzly crime scene, "While timber wolves aren't anypony's friend, I do not think that's what caused this trees end. That found claw wood, dead, the tree marks quite fresh, something here does not, with good logic, mesh. Who could do this and blame the timber wolves? Whomever it be, needs but show themselves." Hanging her head and shaking it in disbelief. Looking to the logical creature before her with a puzzled look on her face, she waits for his assessment of the thoughts she had and the things he just viewed. Maybe there's another answer to this? Maybe it's much simpler than she immediately thinks it is? Only one way to know any better... Listen for his response. If a timber wolf is only made it living wood and the deep claw gouging was done recently, leaving dead wood in the gaping wound left behind, what else can be the answer? I'm sure he might have another thought, this can't be the only answer to this riddle, she thought to herself. Looking to him for confirmation of either major idea she just had... Both contradiction each other.
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    Pointing to the other tree, Zecora holds up the vial containing the sap soaked algae as she simply says, "This mixture is made to purify wood, seeped into the mark, doing what it could." Pointing a hoof toward the treated tree, hoping this was a sufficient explanation. Knowing that when this knowledgeable pony sees the containment that is still in the wood that shows older wood was used to make this mark, maybe they might have the same question that she does.
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    Raising an eyebrow as she listens to what her guest has to say, Zecora simply nods. When the get subject of home came up, she simply nodded, then got up from her chair, noted the empty tea cup, and said, "You've finished your tea, would you like some more? Starting wing care's what that flower was for." Offering the tea pot to fill the cup again, not putting the flower in the cup and it wasn't needed again. She offered, instead, was a confection star made by Pinky Pie to sweeten the tea, I'm the absence of the candied flower. "I'll be swift as I can, keep a good pace, to help fix your wing, I might need to race. There is much to do, I'm sure I'll soon start. You'll feel better, Rose, before you depart." Walking to the shelves near the Calderon to retrieve a few herbs before beginning.
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    ... what you think, does my work have a good flow? I try very hard, do better each day, I worry though, is there a better way? Days I've been here have been not too many, my thought might be worth just a cent, if any. Truth be told, I am just wanting head pats. Told I did well by more than just my cats. I'm a little tired, I think I'll lie down, if you've any advice, here I'll be found.
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    Glad to see a fairly intellectual pony arrive at her beaconing call, she turns her muzzle, so she might see him more clearly. She noticed the horn and his appearance, knowing this could be either a very inquisitive and wise stallion or somepony that people admire, he's sure to draw attention one was or the other, so she hoped it was something else that set this aire about him. His intentions good, she felt it was best to catch him up quickly and waste no idle time. She spoke to him in a clear tone that expressed a knowledge pony and a confidence to support it. Hoping to be taken seriously, by this newcomer, she said, "If you don't know of what we see here, you can read my notes, I have them near. Look at the mark, see it's every flaw, Here's my own book, to know what you saw." Turning to select a hoof written tome from her satchel, she opens to the page she wrote years ago on the Timber Wolves. The book described about their hunting styles and the methods they use in organizing territory with other groups. There was a section on the marking styles often used and the age ranges of the plant material that made up their strangely magical bodies. She held the book out in her maw, then flicked it in the direction of a freshly marked tree near the one she was examining earlier, hoping the entirety of her intended message got across. She seems to have focus issues, but she's sure it's simply the stress and trotting.
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    Glad that the pony patient sitting before her could recognize the flower's color so well at night with those sharp eyes. She recognized the description as a mildly poisonous plants. Her muscles will tighten a bit, healing will be slow but, with care, she should feel better much more quickly. Keeping a composed demeanor, Zecora, drank her tea, hoping the newcomer might mimic, for they would need the numbing herb if the wing was to be handled and manipulated for the needed care. Hoping to relay all the information she needed to address, she finished her apple strudel and began to addressed the pony in front of her with a sense of purpose in her voice, not harsh, but firm, not loud but strong, an aire of authority and experience without being overbearing, much like when she first met the six ponies in the framed picture shown to her guest earlier, but a little more softly. She said, "In an effort to help your pained wing, I gave a flower that would full the sting. After you've finished your sweet, warm tea, you can leave the herbal care to me. I'll wrap your wound with strong honeyed moss, I thank you for trusting me, kind Rose." Thinking to herself, I've never talked this much to anypony, it must be this inquisitive pony I've met. I hope she can tell my intentions are toward her best care. Sipping more of her own tea, the aches of her long day subsiding with the willow bark and sap, the numbing didn't hurt that any either. 🦓🦇 She finished her tea and went for another few plumbs to nibble on while she waited on the response to her, hopefully, informative statement.
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    Pausing as she heard a question asked of somepony not far away, she looks that direction, hoping to see whom it might be. Varied trees between her and where they might be, she simply calls out a little more loudly, hoping she is clear enough for them to understand her, "I can not see you, I hear you, though. I heard noise, came out to know. I found something here, if you'd like to see, I puzzle, though, what that noise could be." Hoping her loud words made it to the one that called out, she went back to examining the mark and taking a sample of the secretion. The algae was bolstered by the sap, very lively, so after it soaked into the wood, it would push out any contaminants that were put there by whomever made the mark. She wanted to show the new friend this so that they could try to figure it out together. "If you come to me, I can share my find, I can not tell, in fact, I feel quite blind. Together, I hope we solve this soon, an ally, now, would be a welcome boon." Waiting patiently for them to get there, as she looked at the marks, seeing if they were truly of the sort often left by Timber Wolves...or maybe something else, she had no real idea.
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    Watching her guest struggle to retrieve her tools, she too winced at the action. Seeing the plant she asked a, hopefully, simple question, "Did you note color, these flowers with thorn? Some might be trouble, but don't be forlorn. We'll mend your wound and it will likely heal soon. I'd rather sip tea, you'll need a stir spoon." Taking a sip, herself, she offers a spoon that was sitting with the tea set, hoping the numbing effects would help with Rose's pain. Realizing she had received an introduction, she knew she should return in kind. "I am Zecora, herbalist mare, a zebra, by birth, I see your stare." Smiling at her comment a little, "It's not often most see one of my kind, I'll help you gladly, when your in a bind. True friends are rare, I will not pass this by, it's why I offered Applejack's small pie." Pointing to a picture of the six ponies many in town know very well, Applejack's cutie mark, a telling sign of who might have "apple" in there name, clearly visible. It didn't hurt that she had an actual apple pie in her hooves in the picture. It looked like a camping trip by a colorful waterfall.
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    Trotting at a moderate pace, so the origin of the noise might not be alerted to her, Zecora dove deeper into the wood, hoping to at least glance upon the source of the loud sound. Passing many large trees, she spied a stark contrast along her path, there were a few trees with three claw marks diagonal from the top left and the top right making a large "X" shape, tagging the area for territorial boundaries. While not uncommon, it was not a site to be sauntered into lightly, for it could only spell terrible trouble. Asking of no one but the scarred trees, she says, "I wonder, friend, what caused this gash? I'll find in a moment, with just a splash. Some fertile algae in a sap steeped brew, we'll know in a moment of what might be true." Pulling out a jar of brown paste, setting it down, taking a stick to it to spread it into the mark, the wound is soon covered. As she waits, she puts everything away and tosses the stick into the bushes. Soon the mark began to drip with the tree's sap and another material. Examining it, she could tell that what was left in the deep cut was wood from a dead tree. Long dead conifer sap was in the mark, but the mark looked fresh when she found it. What could this mean? Surely nothing good...or simply examined and solved. Onward, she trod, hoping to see something more, none would easily know what might be in store.
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    Soon arriving at the threshold of her house, she quickly realizes that the following friend was not very afraid of what had happened to them. They had come across a greatly feared foe, hastily fled, got injured...yet doesn't seem to be fresh with fright. This is a clear symptom of either trauma numbness or simply said, shock. The worst thing to do would be to make them see the truth of the shock they are in, best simply care for their injury and give them a safe place to rest from the difficulties they just endured. "I have a place to sit for some tea, snacks and food if hungry you might be. Rest, have a chat, I'll care for your wing. You've likely many a question to bring." Hoping that the possibility of certain poisonous vines aren't at fault for the injury to the wing in question. Walking into her home, she shows her guest where to sit, an area with plenty of access, so she can check on the injury later on. Walking into the kitchen area, she checks on the water that was boiling earlier for tea, removing it to the tray, adding the mix she prepared earlier. Taking a dried and candied purple flower, soaked in sap and dried to a meltable crisp star, adding it to each cup. This flower will offer a numbing agent, but she didn't want to alarm the newcomer by only adding it to their cup. Pushing her simple tea caddy into the sitting area, leaving to grab her packaged selection of "feel good snacks". Offering her guest a cup, she waits till they see the flower then pours the tea, sweetened with willow sap, salted with bark skin and made pleasant yet bitter by chamomile. Showing the collection of snacks, dried plums, apricots, dried apples, pressed cakes, a recently fresh batch of apple strudels that Applejack brought early that day and a few other fun things she had in the kitchen, she takes and eats a dried plum from the tray. "Let me know when you're filled and steady, I'll look at your wing when you're ready." Pouring another cup and taking a sip of her tea and taking an apple strudel before sitting down to start a chat with whom she hoped was a new friend.
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    Feeling quite glad that she wasn't that far from her home, Zecora quickened her step gradually as they continued to retrace her most recent path, the faint glow of her hollowed tree hut soon fades into view. Knowing that any poison this unfortunate pony might have in it's wound could mean it will have terrible trouble healing, she wants to get a clear look at it as soon as possible. Slowing as the glow of the hut appears I grow, she offers the winged patient a little comfort. She spoke in calming and somewhat brightly animated tone, hoping to bring up the drooping mood of her new guest, trying give as much calm as she could to the one that fell so hard from fear for safety. She said, "You needn't worry, we're soon safe inside, from sharp toothed timber, we, there, can well hide. My hut is here, inside this tree, you can sit and have cupped warm tea. There is nothing that will encroach, nor steal safety, happiness not poached. I'd hope my words help you feel more calm, indoors with tea, you'll have numbing balm. Now come inside, don't be afraid, we'll share a chamomile I'll soon make." Thinking to herself that she doesn't often speak that much at any given time, only to recall why she may have done so. Long ago, when she first came to the forest, she was beset by timber wolves and other creatures, only to have none to come to her aid, like she could now. The following friend's recounting of her source of fear brought it all fresh to mind and may have caused her to be concerned that the antagonists were circling such a small pray after it's fall, like they had to this older zebra so many years ago. Realizing she may be projecting her pasts experiences onto this smaller creature, she pauses and ask simply, "How do you feel, having had such a night? I know, for me, t'would cause quite a fright." Now walking at an even and slow, almost somber, pace beside her hut, from behind it.
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    Watching as the thin fleshy wing unfurled to display a deep gash and tear, she recognized the creature that spoke to her, at least not in name, but in species, possibly. She thought it rude to talk about race at a time like this, more important matters were at hoof. "Your keen eyes can see fairly well, this late, so, might I ask what caused your fate? As you think on your response to me, follow and I'll offer warm tea. My home is close, I ask, 'stay near', there is more than timber with teeth to fear." She turns to walk and beacons her charge to follow, knowing well that the faint glow is more than enough to grant clear sight to do just that. Starting slow, until she's sure to be close behind, she stays at a steady pace, hoping the calm rhythmic trot keeps their voices calm, as the responding pony might feel reassured through talking as they travel.
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    Having had a very long day, gathering herbs, spices, root, leaf, flower and an amount of lichen, moss and bark in her daily walk through the bountiful forest, Zecora had begun to brew her nightly tea of chamomile with willow bark skin and dried sap shards ground fine. As the evening grew even more late, she could hear a loud crash not far from her humble hut's homely hearth. She gathered a few herbs and her favorite satchel of tasty treats for the trip, as she was fairly hungry, trotting out her front door to find what foul fall the noise might have been, she retrieves and nibbles on a salted pressed biscuit. Knowing full well, there is a good chance whomever it was might want nothing to do with a bag wielding pony, she asks to none in particular, yet maybe her neighborly trees, "What kind of trouble do I get myself in? I'm sure they are lost, in confusion's spin. One can hurt their pride most of all, especially with the sound of that fall. Turned around, is the least troublesome thing, wandering these wood can often bring." Ready, with having sounded their concern and reason for trying to help out loud, she crosses the threshold and shuts the door. Shuffling a little as she checks the door is firmly shut, she begins in the direction she noticed the terrible sound, so late late at night. She can hear some muttering and frantic hoof beats as the creature turns and shifts a distance yet off, maybe checking the damage they wrought upon themselves so deep in the forest. Hearing such fervent movement at least can mean that the injuries aren't all too bad. She brings out a glass bottle with twine tied long around it's tappered and fluted neck. Inside are twigs and leaves with brightly colored lichen mixed in also. She sets it on the stump near the back of her hut. Pulling out the cork with a small hole in it, only a minute passes and a few bugs fly near to enter the bottle and feast on the contents. Once happy with their choice to enter, she puts the cork back. They flap their wings and their thoraces glow somewhat brightly. She puts the bottle's string over her neck and begins toward the crash and noises. Cresting over a familiar rise well behind her arbored home, she can see a dark silhouette coming into view. Faintly seeing what seems to be a pony looking around and examining themselves. Clearing her throat, loudly, so she doesn't immediately startle the concerned looking creature as she tries to approach. Calling out, deliberate, methodical, slowly, in hopes to calm the wild eyes she sees, she says, "I am here to help, you seem perplexed. Follow my voice, I'll show what's next. I heard your fall, you seem mostly unharmed. I've herb and food, don't be alarmed." Waiting, still and calmly, she stands at the top of the hill from which she found good sight of the scene.
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    (Read thoroughly to insert yourself organically.) In the deepest part of the Everfree Forest, centered in a glade with fresh flowers and ferns, the sun shines, cresting atop the encroaching canopy of the gathering limbs and leaves overhead, and there sat a lone silhouette. The draping and flowing cloak on the form shifted as the figure rose, a light breeze, peeling back the hood, revealing the starkly colored mane of a zebra mare, gilded rings drooping from her ears and falling around her long neck. A brightly colored flower in her teeth, she finds a place for her prize in her satchel, as an abrupt sound startles the nearby fauna, alerting her to activity nearby. A puzzled expression across her brow, she asks, to none in particular, but the breeze, itself, mayhap, "What kind of sounds might this be? I'd hope it won't be trouble for me." A determined look creeping over her features, she adds, bravely, "I'll investigate the disturbance, see it clear, I'll soon know if it is danger that looms near." She begins to trot with purpose toward the sound, hoping to find what might be in the shadowed wood. (It's a short start, but I'm sure we can move this into quite the story.)
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    Roleplay Type: Canon Character Cast Name: Zecora Gender: Female Age: Mare Species: Zebra Eye colour: Dark Cyan Coat: A zebra coat is always black and white. Mane/Tail: The tail, no different, white and black. Physique: Walking a lot helps keep one trim, but plenty of good food can balance that out a bit. Residence: Ponyville, but not in the town. An old and large forest tree was hollowed out for a humble hut, which is where the story begins anew. Occupation: An herbalist by trade, a sage by requests for wisdom. Cutie Mark: The Healing Sun is a unique mark. Depicted by the grey spiral, for the solar orb, surrounded by small triangles, for it's rays. Jewelry: Golden rings around her foreleg. Golden Dzilla [dzeela] hoops around her neck. Large gold loops in her ears. Unique traits: Always speaking in rhyming couplets. It is a form of mental exercise to keep one's wit sharp, even into aging years. History: Not many know about the origins of Zebra in general, many often speculate that they came from the far south east but no one really knows for sure. All any know about Zecora is that she is from "a faraway land". If you would like to know more, she may just keep her secrets, but I'm sure the princess of friendship might know something. (See MLP:FIM S01E09 "Bridle Gossip") Character Personality: Not necessarily shy, but not very talkative, she speaks when she has something important to say. Thinking deeply about her next words helps her not say something she might regret. Taught from a young age to speak with purpose and clarity, she takes it to the next step and thinks through everything she says well enough to rhyme in couplets every time she says anything. Any creature in need of aid can expect this zebra glad to provide wisdom in how to solve things yourself, a listening ear to express yourself or simply a helping hoof, but do not mistake her kindness for weakness. Her strong heart and wise mind will always bring her to the best path she can follow. A leader of sorts, as a sage or a shaman. Learned in medicinal flora and concoctions therewith, she can often find a solution to most problems, whether they are of the body, heart or mind. Her mentors taught her to always listen to everything, for knowledge is the best tool for every situation. She takes this a step further and seems to often wait for everyone to be done talking before she shares her thoughts... In rhyming couplets. "It is best to be thought a fool than to open your mouth and remove any doubt". This was said many times to her when she spoke out of turn and didn't think her words through. Wisdom only comes from taking the time to understand. If you rush into things, you can not know them very well. Examine what is before you, connect it to things you know, learn about things you do not yet understand and grow from your new knowledge. She keeps to the paths of wisdom by taking the time to think of a rhyme, one that can display what she wants to say. Character Summary: While most are busy in town, she is hard at work, gathering ingredients and working on concoctions, whether they be potions or a tasty stew. Some visit for wisdom, others want to find some trouble's cure, but a new friend is what she will likely be looking for. She will happily listen, for that is an important thing, else you might not listen to the wisdom she'll offer. Let me know if you feel I forgot any important details about this well known character.
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    Then I will see you in character applications after I edit my account some. Please let me know if I need to improve in some way. I rather like not doing things wrong.
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    Thank you for your support. I'm glad to know that I am all set to begin. Do I need to have been doing RP in this community for a while before I ask to be allowed to apply for the role of a canon character? I can understand if you might require to see that I can, in fact, hold up my end of the conversation at all before you allow me to apply for that sort of position.
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    So, I understood that was supposed to wait for some sort of approval from an admin before I am able to move forward, is that not so?
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    Lol, we will certainly see after the ballots are counted... No asking for recount... There's only one vote...
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