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[attr="class","hearmenand2"]Once again Eowyn found herself travelling towards the central territories in search of herbal remedies or that's what she said she was doing. In all honesty the apothecary was well supplied given her excursion with Asterion in Ekoh. She just simply needed to stretch her legs and fill her lungs with air that didn't smell like the sea. Perhaps lying wasn't the solution. Carinthia was a level headed queen, strict perhaps, but she had a heart of gold, true to herself and her pack. A mother figure to all who disciplined and praised her children. Eowyn felt like she could go to her Alphess in full confidence, however, Eowyn was a devout being and a fortnight ago the silvery fae experienced the strangest of dreams. It had set her heart racing and blood pumping when she woke up. The feeling quickly turned into longing, but for what she longed for was lost on her. She only recalled a scent, one she often times caught herself self-conciously sniffing for. A scent of a strange land, one Eowyn never smelt before. It was rejuvenating, her blood crackling with excitement at the smell, but just as quickly as it appeared it disappeared. Leaving her heart shattered and a feeling of emptiness.

It bothered the fae. To feel so out of tune with herself when all she did was become one with her person. She couldn't even talk to Ambrose about how she was feeling, too confused to explain how she felt. So she took a stroll along the side of the Wraxyn rapids, the cold spray dampening her fur. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she found a soft spot full of lush grass, the water from the rapids melting the snow away. The fae settled down elegantly before she curled in on herself.

Before long an hour had passed, the apothecary waking up rather suddenly from her dreamless sleep. A tongue stretching yawn escaped her lips as she stood up, joints popping and creaking when she stretched out in a downward dog pose, nose tilted towards the heavens. Shaking out her fur the smaller than average fae looked around the area, brown eyes hazy with sleep. Letting out a yawn once more Eowyn decided to pray. Getting up she walked towards a rock sitting in a patch of mud. She decided on setting up an alter, dipping her paw into the thick mud and drawing three wavy marks in a horizontal format. With that completed the she wolf got up and walked away to gather colored rocks, feathers, and if she was lucky enough shells. Finding her offerings she picked them up in a beech leaf and glided back towards the rock with the Drowned God's symbol.

The maiden delicately and meticulously placed the rocks and feathers around a single shell she was lucky to have found. However, she wasn't finished yet. A god was no mere person to ask strength from, the required something of equal value for their services. Mortals were mortals and gods were gods. Once more Eowyn got up, a look of determination set on her delicate features. In a moment of bravery - or stupidity - Eowyn walked into the shallower parts of the Wraxyn river. She had spot some fish swimming up stream and what better a sacrifice than an aquatic animal for the Drowned God?

Let the rain wash away,

All the pain of yesterday