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#1

is this a natural feeling or is it just me bleeding?
He had more purpose here than to look at the market again, though he wouldn't pretend he did not pick this area for that reason as a side thing to do. The marketplace reminded him of the Bheo in a way, and therefore he was drawn back to it. Just to stay beyond the crowd for the most part, take time to observe those lingering to sell or buy items. Lasairian could have taken the shortcut to go and try and purchase the plants and herbs he sought out, but that seemed not only too easy, but sort of uncertain when he was not yet sure as to how all of this worked and how things were done here. Plus, he was curious on what their prairie held.

That was the real spot that Lasairian had planned on going, and why he was currently here, looking around. He had borrowed a little sack to put the plants into for the day to take home, hopeful that he would find a few things of interest here. Getting an idea as to which plants grew where was part of gathering information on other courts and medic field stuff on them, and Lasairian was taking these things seriously. The more he knew, the better prepared he would be, the better of a medic he could be. That was currently what he was reaching towards while here, though there was no doubt that Lasairian was still hoping to regain magic once more.

Something for another day, though. Today he needed to sort out plants, because he could actually reach for a better medical position through the work that he did, the knowledge that he sought out about such things. The prairie had to have something of interest to collect, and so that was what pressed him into walking through the area, nose closer to the ground than usual to inspect the plant life he came close to. At least when something looked interesting here, since some medicinal plants did grow closer to the soil than others. Some of those could be really useful, but he could only hope that there would be good stuff here.

If not, then Lasairian would have to go and try elsewhere, though there was a fair amount of places that he could check into and see. He could have stuck to the meadows of Delumine, but that seemed too easy of a place to start with. He could always do that at any given time. He didn't need to be so close to notice a flowering plant that he suspected was helpful, and he went to the white, almost daisy looking flowers to inspect it more. More in the amount of petals in layers and a different smell, larger yellow middle. Chamomile. And Lasairian took no time in beginning to collect some of the plant with short, quick snips of his teeth.
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Played by Offline Zombie [PM] Posts: 98 — Threads: 14
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Female [She/Her/Hers] // 12 [Year 492 Summer] // 17.2 hh // Hth: 20 — Atk: 20 — Exp: 29 // Active Magic: Cellular Manipulation // Bonded: Finnick (Harpy Eagle)
#2



Metaphor had been held up trying to tend to the burns some of the Denocte citizens had sustained from the food store fires. He was trying so hard to try and heal those that he hardly had time to restock on his own supplies. Katniss had offered to help him find some plants and herbs, hoping that she might be able to help him replenish his medicinal stores so he could help more people in the future.

And so, Katniss had awoken early to travel through Denocte to gather some plants and herbs. She wore her satchel loosely around her neck, ready to hold her hoard. Finnick had been instructed to stay at home, the fires had burned his lungs and he needed rest. As much as the eagle wanted to follow his bonded into the prairie, Katniss had insisted that he stay home and rest. It was probably not the best of ideas, but Katniss couldn’t bear to lose her bonded, so she would ensure that he remained healthy.

As she wandered along the prairie, she kept her eyes peeled. She had already picked up a few herbs and plants, some soothing aloe for the burn victims, as well as some plants to help boost immune systems. But one thing that she had been instructed to get was a plant called chamomile. Metaphor had explained that it could be brewed into a tea to aid in sleep. It was also soothing too the skin and helped cure inflammation. As she looked for the plant, she saw another up ahead who appeared to be doing exactly what she was doing. The morning was beautiful and the weather quite nice. It was curious that she did not see more out and about in this fine weather.

Trying to be friendly, she adjusted her path to head towards the stranger, someone she had not seen before. Ever the welcoming individual, Katniss slowed her pace as she neared the other. It was then that she saw that he too was picking up the chamomile. “Good morning, do you mind if I gather some as well?” There was plenty to go around, but she figured it was far more polite to ask to join him than simply inviting herself to the plants.

@Lasairian












Played by Offline cas [PM] Posts: 42 — Threads: 10
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#3

is this a natural feeling or is it just me bleeding?
He vaguely wondered where his search would take him next, but he did not think that would much matter. Wherever his hooves took him that seemed like it would have any sort of medicinal type herbs and plants. Lasairian was sure there would be many such places, considering how many different biomes seemed to be within Novus. A fair share of them over the span of four kingdoms and the lands in between. He had not yet gone to many of them, but he knew that his travels would bring him here and there before he was done.

And when it came to the exploration in collecting plants, Lasairian highly doubted that he would even actually be done. There would always be more to learn, always be more that he could try to do with the plants. And even if there wasn't a purely medical application for a plant or herb, there could be a tea that he could make that would taste better with the added leaf, petal, root or stem. Lasairian enjoyed trying new brews of that nature, too. Probably a good hobby to have with all it could possibly share with the medicinal side.

Chamomile was often best within a tea, so that worked both ways for Lasairian. As a healer, it was a prized sort of plant to have around, but there were several like that which Lasairian wanted -- hoped -- to find today. Not just the Chamomile that he was storing within the borrowed sack. Soon, he intended to get his own for carrying things like this, because even this one was worn down with some small holes. But he couldn't be choosy when it was something lent to him, after all. He was grateful to have even this at the moment.

Perking up when he heard someone else approaching, Lasairian aimed a friendly smile toward the stranger, ears twitching at her words, a shake of his head given, "no, I don't mind at all. Help yourself," he responded lightly, stepping aside for her. Sure, there were other patches of the flowering plant here, but he wanted to be welcoming. Besides, there was some Bee Balm just a few steps over that he wanted to pick as well, since the pretty, spire-petal flowering plant was used for cold, fever, and respiratory relief in teas, as well as a soothing balm of chewed leaves for insect bites and stings.
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#4



When he steps aside, Katniss cannot help but offer him a soft, tender smile. He didn’t have to go out of his way to step aside, but he had and that was saying something. Perhaps he was not the one who had started the food stores fires. Katniss liked to think that she was a relatively good judge of character. In her many years walking this earth, she had picked up that skill and it had served her well as a friend, advisor, and as a queen.

Stepping closer to him, she continued to gather bits of chamomile, tucking it into the satchel around her neck. She picked in silence for a few moments before she looked up at him. “Are you a medic?” Her voice is soft as she asks her question, not trying to be accusatory but simply a conversation starter. “I don’t mean to pry, but you’re collecting medicinal plants.” She offers him a smile, hoping that it might show him that she meant no harm.

Slowly, she stood fully erect, her eyes looking down at him. She softened her eyes and offered him a grin. “Welcome to Denocte.” She knew he was just a traveler, someone just passing through. He smelled of many places and none of them being Denocte. It didn’t matter, though, she was friendly to all her were friendly in return. “I’m Katniss, by the way.” She turned to take a few steps away from him, looking for other plants to gather for Metaphor.

As she stepped away from him, her eyes rested on the beautiful yellow flowers of the Prairie Rosinweed. This plan could be ground to make a salve that is used to treat pain from injuries. As a medic, she knew that Metaphor used this often. He had used this native Denocte plant on her own wounds as well as those of her Harpy Eagle. Looking up to the stranger, she beckoned him forward. “This plant helps treat pain from wounds. You grind it into a salve.” She wasn’t as knowledgeable as Metaphor, but she did feel confident enough in her abilities.

@Lasairian













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