LUVENA
Her summer so far had been relatively quiet. Besides the storm that had swept through the night markets, one which had pushed Israfel to her door. It had been a welcome break from the hustle of winter and spring, one that had her pushing through waves of illness and exhaustion. She was finally managing to recover what little strength she had possessed to begin with. She had restocked the clinic too finally. Her shelves sitting full jars of herbs. Some dried and some fresh. Stores that had been completely depleted over the winter, save for some mint, which she never seemed to need, and yet always had far too much of.
Her clinic hadn’t changed much. A new nicer curtain was pulled back from the window, the summer light filtering in. And she had gotten a nice sign to hang out of the alley way, making it easier to find the place. There were still no candles, and as a result it was dimmer than most places around the markets, but still bright enough to see. Her little bed of moss and pelts lay nestled in the same corner it always was.
She had been busy preparing a bundle for one of her regulars -an old soldier who often had aches and pains from old battle wounds - to be picked up later that evening when she heard the knock. Pricking an ear she brightened at the familiar, yet long unheard from voice. “Caelum!” she exclaimed while pulling open the door. “Come in! It’s been so long”
Yara and Mithra weren’t far behind her, quickly winding through the other mares legs. They had never met her before, yet they were almost always eager to meet a new face.
“You didn’t have to bring anything. Besides stories. I want to hear all about everything”
@Caelum
Her clinic hadn’t changed much. A new nicer curtain was pulled back from the window, the summer light filtering in. And she had gotten a nice sign to hang out of the alley way, making it easier to find the place. There were still no candles, and as a result it was dimmer than most places around the markets, but still bright enough to see. Her little bed of moss and pelts lay nestled in the same corner it always was.
She had been busy preparing a bundle for one of her regulars -an old soldier who often had aches and pains from old battle wounds - to be picked up later that evening when she heard the knock. Pricking an ear she brightened at the familiar, yet long unheard from voice. “Caelum!” she exclaimed while pulling open the door. “Come in! It’s been so long”
Yara and Mithra weren’t far behind her, quickly winding through the other mares legs. They had never met her before, yet they were almost always eager to meet a new face.
“You didn’t have to bring anything. Besides stories. I want to hear all about everything”
@Caelum
"speech"
usually it starts
with a nightmare,
some sordid dream
that creeps in on a
saccharine song,
souring as it hits its peak.
with a nightmare,
some sordid dream
that creeps in on a
saccharine song,
souring as it hits its peak.
