RAY
In ancient times
cats were worshipped as gods
cats were worshipped as gods
Ray smiles softly as the equines begin to settle. She moves through the herds, murmuring soothing words to those that seem more anxious and giving nose pats and ear scratches to those that allow it. The few stray leaves that she's missed are gently removed with nimble fingers, taking care not to tug or tangle any fur.
The herbalist isn't sure what else she can do. She settled for setting up a thing of water for the equines. It's not much, just a few makeshift bowls made from tins from her med kit. But they're likely better than nothing and tins are easily replaced.
Ray continues to tend to the equines and sets out water for them.
The herbalist isn't sure what else she can do. She settled for setting up a thing of water for the equines. It's not much, just a few makeshift bowls made from tins from her med kit. But they're likely better than nothing and tins are easily replaced.
Ray continues to tend to the equines and sets out water for them.
They have not
forgotten this
forgotten this
