Lady Naida

Occupation: Herbalist

Intelligent| Prickly| Reliable

“Someday I must read this scholar Everyone... He seems to have written so much - and all of it wrong." - Daine, "Emperor Mage" [Tamora Pierce]

*Thinks roses are an overrated flower - perhaps partially because she gets compared to them so often. *Prefers wooded forests to sandy beaches. *Has a very strong sense of smell.

Ghost holds the mix up for Naida's inspection. "I've finished it," she says.

"We'll see about that," Naida says dryly. She peers into the mixture, sniffing it - and then staggers back with a cough. Ghost hurriedly pushes the offending mixture to the side and thumps her hard on the back several times. "Well," she says. "I do think one of your measurements might be a bit off. And by a bit..."

Ghost's face falls. "At this rate I'm as like to kill someone as heal them," she sighs.

"Sometimes the smell and taste of the herbs may make your patient wish they were dead," Naida says tartly, "But this isn't one of those times. Mix, and this time, watch your hands. Again."

"I'll get it," Ghost says. "I promise, I will."

"Your dedication was never in doubt," Naida says, not unkindly. "Your attention, however, must not be swayed by the sight of a pretty face passing the shop."

Ghost has the grace to blush.