Caelum
i got a wildcard up my sleeve
and if love keeps giving me lemons
i'll just mix 'em in my drink
The way he dived into the sweets was enduring.
It almost reminded Caelum of her younger days. When she'd flutter through the halls of the castle, sneaking into the kitchen when the cook's back was turned to steal sweets and breads. From an early age, they had learned to switch any sweetener to natural, organic sweetener, or even a "fake" sweetener. It had been well known at that time that the Princess had a problem with indulging in actual sugar. But that hadn't bothered Caelum - while it wasn't as fun with out the real sugar that gave her the impossible energy high, the treats were still amazing. Looking back the runaway queen was certain the cook had known she was there, had always kept their back turned for too long, or would make elaborate rouses of dropping items so their head was ducked out of sight at just the right time for her to grab the item.
She missed her people, and all they had ever done for her.
It's her fault the cook, her parents, and so many others that worked for her mother and father were dead. She'd seen the bodies herself. The guards who had been laid waste to, despite their obvious positioning meant that they'd been fighting to defend the royal family. Caelum herself had arrived too late to have been any use, the warrior princess having had her entire group massacred, but for a small few; while they'd attempted an escape from their lands. Her infant son and co-ruler had perished in that slaughter. Like her father, positioned in defense to protect her mother the best he could, Calico had been struck down trying to provide her an opening to escape. That opening had fallen as soon as Convallis had been separated from her side. Those final moments, his small voice screaming for her before being silenced brutally forever . . .
It still haunted her at night.
Yet, here she was, slowly healing - slowly moving forward. And it was that nurturer in her, the one that had flourished the first time she'd nuzzled Convallis, that saw her smiling gently at the young stallion, barely old enough to be considered an adult, and still so naive to the world. "That, dear Aeon; is a pastry. Like I mentioned, they are a treat made from wheat and grains . . . types of grasses that are then crushed into a powder. When you mix it with other edible ingredients, you get what is called dough. The dough is then filled with fruit, I believe that one to be a mixture of some sort of berry. The entire thing is then cooked, so it can be eaten." She explained in greater detail than before. She did frown in concern as he spoke about how he had been coughing and sneezing so much after he fell, "Do you still have issues with coughing, or sneezing - or your throat hurting now?" She asked, her gaze already looking over her stores for ideas to help with that if need be.
He hadn't enjoyed the tea, so perhaps a herb-drop.
She didn't worry about it too much, instead focusing more on treating his body, before finally offering him another cup of tea, noticing he seemed to enjoy this one a little more, "It is chamomile, honey and lemon." The regal fae explained, before adding, "Chamomile is a herb that can act as a natural relaxer, and it has a lovely taste. The honey, while being sweet also can help soothe your throat, as well as fight against any infections. The lemon, however, when used in moderation to not turn the drink a potent sour; can really help kill any bacteria that could be festering in your throat from all of that smoke and soot you inhaled." She told him, as she continued to work.
It was slow going, but progress was being made.
Occasionally a soft gasp or a snort would escape his mouth as he did his best to hold still and be treated. He was thankful for her attention and kindness. He would need to find something that she needed, that he could give her in return for this help. She was obviously very skilled and he felt safe under her care. As she began to finish wrapping him up, she laughed at his quizzical question. "Unfortunately yes, you do not want anything to come loose or dissolve in the water." She agreed with a warm smile, "But it will only be for a little while." She promised before smiling in delight when he stated he was not only in a lot less pain but full as welel, "You are quite welcome. I am a medic, it is what I do - help others." And at least this way she won't destroy a kingdom in the process. She did notice his relaxed state however, and smiled reassuringly, "You are more than welcome to stay the night, it is rather late after all. Either here in these pillows, or if you are up for a small trip - there is a spare bedroom down the back hall. In the morning I can help escort you back to Terrastella, if you would like. I know passage through the Arma Mountains can be difficult at times, especially bandaged up. I was planning to make a trip that way here before too long, regardless, to acquire some herbs that do not grow in Denocte." Not to mention she wanted to set up an appointment at the hospital to see if they would be interested in some of the new medicinal remedies she'd been manufacturing.
"Speech"
Thoughts
@Aeon
Notes: <3
It almost reminded Caelum of her younger days. When she'd flutter through the halls of the castle, sneaking into the kitchen when the cook's back was turned to steal sweets and breads. From an early age, they had learned to switch any sweetener to natural, organic sweetener, or even a "fake" sweetener. It had been well known at that time that the Princess had a problem with indulging in actual sugar. But that hadn't bothered Caelum - while it wasn't as fun with out the real sugar that gave her the impossible energy high, the treats were still amazing. Looking back the runaway queen was certain the cook had known she was there, had always kept their back turned for too long, or would make elaborate rouses of dropping items so their head was ducked out of sight at just the right time for her to grab the item.
She missed her people, and all they had ever done for her.
It's her fault the cook, her parents, and so many others that worked for her mother and father were dead. She'd seen the bodies herself. The guards who had been laid waste to, despite their obvious positioning meant that they'd been fighting to defend the royal family. Caelum herself had arrived too late to have been any use, the warrior princess having had her entire group massacred, but for a small few; while they'd attempted an escape from their lands. Her infant son and co-ruler had perished in that slaughter. Like her father, positioned in defense to protect her mother the best he could, Calico had been struck down trying to provide her an opening to escape. That opening had fallen as soon as Convallis had been separated from her side. Those final moments, his small voice screaming for her before being silenced brutally forever . . .
It still haunted her at night.
Yet, here she was, slowly healing - slowly moving forward. And it was that nurturer in her, the one that had flourished the first time she'd nuzzled Convallis, that saw her smiling gently at the young stallion, barely old enough to be considered an adult, and still so naive to the world. "That, dear Aeon; is a pastry. Like I mentioned, they are a treat made from wheat and grains . . . types of grasses that are then crushed into a powder. When you mix it with other edible ingredients, you get what is called dough. The dough is then filled with fruit, I believe that one to be a mixture of some sort of berry. The entire thing is then cooked, so it can be eaten." She explained in greater detail than before. She did frown in concern as he spoke about how he had been coughing and sneezing so much after he fell, "Do you still have issues with coughing, or sneezing - or your throat hurting now?" She asked, her gaze already looking over her stores for ideas to help with that if need be.
He hadn't enjoyed the tea, so perhaps a herb-drop.
She didn't worry about it too much, instead focusing more on treating his body, before finally offering him another cup of tea, noticing he seemed to enjoy this one a little more, "It is chamomile, honey and lemon." The regal fae explained, before adding, "Chamomile is a herb that can act as a natural relaxer, and it has a lovely taste. The honey, while being sweet also can help soothe your throat, as well as fight against any infections. The lemon, however, when used in moderation to not turn the drink a potent sour; can really help kill any bacteria that could be festering in your throat from all of that smoke and soot you inhaled." She told him, as she continued to work.
It was slow going, but progress was being made.
Occasionally a soft gasp or a snort would escape his mouth as he did his best to hold still and be treated. He was thankful for her attention and kindness. He would need to find something that she needed, that he could give her in return for this help. She was obviously very skilled and he felt safe under her care. As she began to finish wrapping him up, she laughed at his quizzical question. "Unfortunately yes, you do not want anything to come loose or dissolve in the water." She agreed with a warm smile, "But it will only be for a little while." She promised before smiling in delight when he stated he was not only in a lot less pain but full as welel, "You are quite welcome. I am a medic, it is what I do - help others." And at least this way she won't destroy a kingdom in the process. She did notice his relaxed state however, and smiled reassuringly, "You are more than welcome to stay the night, it is rather late after all. Either here in these pillows, or if you are up for a small trip - there is a spare bedroom down the back hall. In the morning I can help escort you back to Terrastella, if you would like. I know passage through the Arma Mountains can be difficult at times, especially bandaged up. I was planning to make a trip that way here before too long, regardless, to acquire some herbs that do not grow in Denocte." Not to mention she wanted to set up an appointment at the hospital to see if they would be interested in some of the new medicinal remedies she'd been manufacturing.
"Speech"
Thoughts
@Aeon
Notes: <3
and all the stars go dark
i'll keep a light on in my soul
keep a bluebird in my heart
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