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Her mother had asked her to accompany the Master Sage for the day, and while she had been reluctant to leave Rose’s side, Heather still did as she was told. She always did. She was much too young to be around herbs, their multiple uses and dosages too intricate and dangerous for a pup, but this was more of a reconnaissance mission to see if the child would be a good fit for the role.
Sycamore, so far, was not impressed.
The kid startled easy, seemed disgusted at even the smallest of insects, and getting her paws muddy had her whining incessantly under her breath. Even as they made their way back to the den site for the evening, her sudden exclamation of repulsion had him rolling his eyes. Clearly, this would never work.
How could someone so easily distressed become a Sage?
She might be Master Sage now, but that clearly wasn't always the case! Part one of... several pieces I'll be putting out to flesh out Heather's history as a doctor!
Sycamore was Riverfell's previous Master Sage... I wonder what...... happened.. to him?
Inchworms are icky, says the little lady.