by Hopeflower » Thu Dec 09, 2010 12:12 pm
Ivy nodded, taking the precious plant. Setting all but one of the stalks aside for the moment, she pinched it tightly at the top of the stalk and began to work her way down to the base. A thick, clear liquid began to ooze out. She caught it in her cupped palm and started to smear it over the burn on Stryker's face. The older woman flinched at the gentle touch and Ivy almost drew back, but kept going.
"Gotta have a little sadness once in a while so you know when the good times come."
"Talent is a pursued interest. In other words, anything that you're willing to practice, you can do." ~ Bob Ross
"The future is always uncertain and painful but it must be lived." ~ Unknown