Pan's attentiveness brought a smile to Fiona's face as she wrote. She watched as he carefully took a few stalks of the plant and tucked it into his bag for safe keeping. It reminded her of all the flowers she'd pressed into her books in the past. She loved nothing more than flipping through her journals and having spring right there at her fingers, always able to cheer her up.
Perhaps that was what her newest books were missing. She hadn't ventures too much outside the court recently, hadn't gone searching for new plants the way she used to always do with her father, and the way she'd continued to do even after his passing. The pages of her journal now were plain, undecorated. Not filled with the joy or love she so readily would have poured into them in the past.
The dried leaves are perfect for teas, so those can be made any time of year, even outside of the growth season, she wrote in response to the boy's question. Then, a thought came to her. In her years cooking and baking, she had rehydrated dried herbs more than once to enhance their flavor, so the same could no doubt be done for a plant intended for medical purposes. Perhaps if you soaked the dried plant in some water for a few minutes, it could be revived enough for the other purposes as well.
At her home she'd had a small green house for such things. All manner of useful plants had filled it, and she'd cared for them dutifully so that they'd been available to any who needed them all year round. Perhaps Fiona thought, she'd need to start a new one. Perhaps it was time.
We have the largest hospital in all the courts, Fiona wrote, smiling again. The hospital was truly a feat and a marvel. Why don't I take you there? I'm sure they would take all the help they can get. And I can show you some more plants on the way. Fiona stood and looked down at Pan, waiting for his decision. She'd carefully close her journal and hold it and her pen at her side, nearby for when she would need it. And with the boy's agreement, Fiona would move north, toward the swamp, prepared to show Pan more on this little journey they would undertake together.
Writing.
Perhaps that was what her newest books were missing. She hadn't ventures too much outside the court recently, hadn't gone searching for new plants the way she used to always do with her father, and the way she'd continued to do even after his passing. The pages of her journal now were plain, undecorated. Not filled with the joy or love she so readily would have poured into them in the past.
The dried leaves are perfect for teas, so those can be made any time of year, even outside of the growth season, she wrote in response to the boy's question. Then, a thought came to her. In her years cooking and baking, she had rehydrated dried herbs more than once to enhance their flavor, so the same could no doubt be done for a plant intended for medical purposes. Perhaps if you soaked the dried plant in some water for a few minutes, it could be revived enough for the other purposes as well.
At her home she'd had a small green house for such things. All manner of useful plants had filled it, and she'd cared for them dutifully so that they'd been available to any who needed them all year round. Perhaps Fiona thought, she'd need to start a new one. Perhaps it was time.
We have the largest hospital in all the courts, Fiona wrote, smiling again. The hospital was truly a feat and a marvel. Why don't I take you there? I'm sure they would take all the help they can get. And I can show you some more plants on the way. Fiona stood and looked down at Pan, waiting for his decision. She'd carefully close her journal and hold it and her pen at her side, nearby for when she would need it. And with the boy's agreement, Fiona would move north, toward the swamp, prepared to show Pan more on this little journey they would undertake together.
@Pan Hope a closer here is okay!
