Luvena
She was not a fan of the cold weather making itself known, every day of fall brought novus creeping closer to winter, and winter was a storm Luvena always dreaded reliving. She had only gotten back from the citadel a few hours ago, having come back early so that she could rest at the clinic awhile before it opened.
With colder weather came three things:
One, her health always started to take a turn for worse days. Though throughout the year she was never in peak shape, good and bad days scattered throughout, winter seemed to throw them at her frequently. Most days she was tired, and a little feverish, the worst of them were nearly unbearable.
Two, the clinic always grew far busier, as the same held true for most citizens, just not to the same degree. Colic and pneumonia were rampant throughout the cold weather. Strangles too, though she would outsource those to other healers around the capital, though she wanted to help, she couldn’t withstand the risk.
Three, herbs stopped growing plentifull, retreating back into the earth as the cold weather withered their leaves. Though this year she’d had help finding more to build up the stores for winter.
She was still nestled under a few pelts as she heard Pols soft tap on the door. With a sign she carefully rose to her hooves, letting Yara steady her for just a moment. “Come in dear” she called, drawing the curtains back, one of the fur throws still draped over her withers.
@Polar North
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