The stars are alive, child! Did you know that? Everything out there is alive, and there are grand purpose abroad!
She nodded. “If all is well tomorrow it will be her last visit. And she’ll be fine to heal up the rest on her own. It was treated quickly, and that on it’s own is more often than not enough” she smiled comfortingly, velveteen skin stretching around soft eyes.
The girl had wise words for one so young, and truth be told she reminded her of herself not so long ago. Bright-ish eyed and curious, ready for all the good things to come. To marry and to lead by the side of a dark and handsome man, though in the end fate had said otherwise. She hoped the girl was right, and that this time, perhaps, it would be kinder. “We’ll see” she murmured “So far it seems I have no competition, but still, I won’t let my hopes stray to high”
She nodded once more. “It’s good for arthritis because it’s an anti-inflammatory. The same reason it’s good for quenching a fever. Old wounds and injuries grow inflamed in the cold, so feverfew should help them settle again” she explained, while looking around for the small white flowers, thinking she’d take some back for herself as well.
She looked up at Pol, pity brewing inside her, that she quickly pushed down. “I think you’ll find here, it’s other people who bite worse” she warned. “Not everyone here is kind enough to do what is right, and good”
@Polar North
The girl had wise words for one so young, and truth be told she reminded her of herself not so long ago. Bright-ish eyed and curious, ready for all the good things to come. To marry and to lead by the side of a dark and handsome man, though in the end fate had said otherwise. She hoped the girl was right, and that this time, perhaps, it would be kinder. “We’ll see” she murmured “So far it seems I have no competition, but still, I won’t let my hopes stray to high”
She nodded once more. “It’s good for arthritis because it’s an anti-inflammatory. The same reason it’s good for quenching a fever. Old wounds and injuries grow inflamed in the cold, so feverfew should help them settle again” she explained, while looking around for the small white flowers, thinking she’d take some back for herself as well.
She looked up at Pol, pity brewing inside her, that she quickly pushed down. “I think you’ll find here, it’s other people who bite worse” she warned. “Not everyone here is kind enough to do what is right, and good”
@Polar North
