You will be safe here, Fiona wrote in the book, feeling more certain of it than she had felt of most things lately. Ever since the waters had abated things had been quite calm in Terrastella as they healed and rebuilt. The healing of the land would take longer, of course, but it would too, on time. Plus, wait until you see it in the spring! whether or not Pan was still here by that point, she had a feeling he might be back, the meadow is full of color, and the animals! Oh, there was so much to study here.
The boy's response to her offer brings a smile to her face. She might have laughed, if she could have, for his excitement was boundless. He spoke quickly, and his eyes shone more brightly than even the sun. I'm sure you will become a wonderful healer, you have such kindness in you. That is what makes a good healer. Her words curled across the page with more life than they'd had in weeks, delicate and attentive. His eagerness to learn reminded her of when she had been a girl, soaking up all the things her father had taught her with hunger.
How about now? I'll show you my favorite. Fiona gently closed the journal and lifted her head, looking out over the fields. She was glad she had not seen them flooded, for everything within to be buried beneath the water. But, the fields were a wet place for most of the year and now was not so different. The lavender woman gestured for Pan to follow her, needing no words for that. As she walked, her eyes searched for the plant she was looking for. It thrived until mid-autumn so she was sure they would find it now. Then her eyes fell upon a cluster of the plant, and, drawing closer settled into the grass around it. She waited for Pan to join her before opening her book to write.
This is called Redshank. She plucked a pink flowered stem and offered it to Pan so that he could study its appearance. It had a rather weak stem, with alternating lance-shaped leaves with a dark spot in their centers that eventually became a terminal spike of many small pink blooms. You can create a poultice from it, which can be used for pain and to keep flies at bay. Her ear flicked, and she looked at the boy for a moment feeling bittersweet. She could have shown him all her studies of this plant in her books, but she had to admit she enjoyed this, too.
If you make a tea of it, it can be used as a wash for joint pain, inflammation, stomachaches and sore throats. It grows from mid-summer to about this time of year. She smiled, setting down the pencil so that he could more easily read her words. It was a plan with many uses in medicine, though very commonly viewed as a weed. It reminded her that in life, some things were more than they seemed.
Writing.
The boy's response to her offer brings a smile to her face. She might have laughed, if she could have, for his excitement was boundless. He spoke quickly, and his eyes shone more brightly than even the sun. I'm sure you will become a wonderful healer, you have such kindness in you. That is what makes a good healer. Her words curled across the page with more life than they'd had in weeks, delicate and attentive. His eagerness to learn reminded her of when she had been a girl, soaking up all the things her father had taught her with hunger.
How about now? I'll show you my favorite. Fiona gently closed the journal and lifted her head, looking out over the fields. She was glad she had not seen them flooded, for everything within to be buried beneath the water. But, the fields were a wet place for most of the year and now was not so different. The lavender woman gestured for Pan to follow her, needing no words for that. As she walked, her eyes searched for the plant she was looking for. It thrived until mid-autumn so she was sure they would find it now. Then her eyes fell upon a cluster of the plant, and, drawing closer settled into the grass around it. She waited for Pan to join her before opening her book to write.
This is called Redshank. She plucked a pink flowered stem and offered it to Pan so that he could study its appearance. It had a rather weak stem, with alternating lance-shaped leaves with a dark spot in their centers that eventually became a terminal spike of many small pink blooms. You can create a poultice from it, which can be used for pain and to keep flies at bay. Her ear flicked, and she looked at the boy for a moment feeling bittersweet. She could have shown him all her studies of this plant in her books, but she had to admit she enjoyed this, too.
If you make a tea of it, it can be used as a wash for joint pain, inflammation, stomachaches and sore throats. It grows from mid-summer to about this time of year. She smiled, setting down the pencil so that he could more easily read her words. It was a plan with many uses in medicine, though very commonly viewed as a weed. It reminded her that in life, some things were more than they seemed.
@Pan
