The stars are alive, child! Did you know that? Everything out there is alive, and there are grand purpose abroad!
Yara and Mithra were the first to greet the treader. One giving a sharp bark, before they both bounded up, tails wagging. Luvena woke with a startle at sounds, and quickly stood up from her place near the window, her ears flicking forward. It had been a busy week, what with gathering herbs, healing the Bel, and the hustle of the champion trials. She found herself sleeping more every time she had a moment, and briefly, wondered if she’d bitten off more than she could chew.
“Come in” she invited, stretching forward, joints cracking loudly as she did. She drew the blinds, letting daylight light up the room. She blinked the sleep out of her eyes, hoping she didn't look as tired as she felt, before giving the other mare a stern look. “You were supposed to be here yesterday” Luvena chided, clicking her tongue. The room was still dim, the sunlight not reaching every corner and recess, and she kept no flames inside.
She moved towards the shelves that housed everything she needed. Slowly over the summer she had built up her stores. Some jars housed crushed and dried leaves, while others held plants soaking in brine. She reached for one filled with bright yellow petals, with a messy label scrawled across the front reading “elecampane”. She pulling out a mortar and pestle, and dumped in some of the flowers.
“Make yourself comfortable, I’ll only be a minute, I’ve more here to fix you up then some mud and grass” she smiled. Picoro pulled through the tangles in her mane while she worked. She poured salt water over the petals, using the pestle to form a thick paste, a poultice much more sophisticated than the one she had thrown together in the plains. With proper gauze from the markets, and cobwebs to hold it all in place. “I met your sister a few days ago” she mentioned.
@Below Zero
“Come in” she invited, stretching forward, joints cracking loudly as she did. She drew the blinds, letting daylight light up the room. She blinked the sleep out of her eyes, hoping she didn't look as tired as she felt, before giving the other mare a stern look. “You were supposed to be here yesterday” Luvena chided, clicking her tongue. The room was still dim, the sunlight not reaching every corner and recess, and she kept no flames inside.
She moved towards the shelves that housed everything she needed. Slowly over the summer she had built up her stores. Some jars housed crushed and dried leaves, while others held plants soaking in brine. She reached for one filled with bright yellow petals, with a messy label scrawled across the front reading “elecampane”. She pulling out a mortar and pestle, and dumped in some of the flowers.
“Make yourself comfortable, I’ll only be a minute, I’ve more here to fix you up then some mud and grass” she smiled. Picoro pulled through the tangles in her mane while she worked. She poured salt water over the petals, using the pestle to form a thick paste, a poultice much more sophisticated than the one she had thrown together in the plains. With proper gauze from the markets, and cobwebs to hold it all in place. “I met your sister a few days ago” she mentioned.
@Below Zero
