PLEXUS
✯ — You're not a monster, just a human
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Plexus Kingsford is known to be meticulous. He's known to be organized. He is also known to have his nose in work unless he's dragged out of it. His current warpath in the Guru stores was bundling herbs together that he was going to start on making into poultices, syrups, teas, ointments, and anything else he'd need. He had each bundle laid on a table perfectly in place, not a single spring out of place. The Norwegian forest proceeded to sweep the floor with his tail for any stray leaves or thorns, and began pulling out all of the glassware, and cookware along with his mortar and pestle.
He started by having a few glass jars out for poultices, each had a label for what it was, cleaned to prevent rot and mold, and had concentrations/amounts of herbs that were in it. Plexus sorted the bundles for the poultices next to each jar, and once again divided up how much of each bundle he'd need to fill the jar. Rebundling the excess, he put it back on the table with all the herbs on it. Back into action, Plexus took his mortar and pestle and began to gentle mash each poultice together, gingerly wiping the mortar clean with every switch of medicine mix. His claws gently scraped the mixtures into the glass jars, and he twisted the lids as tight as he could. He'd use corks, but he would need to trade for some that fit (or scavenge fr some and cut it down, which he felt was more likely). Placing the poultice jars on herb table, in their own little spot to be put away later, the large cat started on the next task: decoctions and syrups.
Sweeping by the herb table once he set up a small, contained fire with a pot over it, he carefully started on roots and hearty herbs first. He tended to avoid decoctions, and it was a sore spot for him, so he decided to start on them to force himself to make them. Fanning the fire until it was crackling, he poured just enough water into the pot and watched until it started boiling. Making sure it didn't splatter everywhere, Plexus gently placed his first decoction mix into the pot, he made extra sure to crush some of the tougher bark and roots with his mortar and pestle so it all boiled evenly. After a few minutes, deeming it soft enough, he strained the herbs and added the liquids back to the pot. With a practiced paw, he quickly added twice the amount of honey to steeped liquid. Letting it simmer for awhile, it thickened into a syrup. With a sigh of relief, Plexus took the syrup and carefully poured it into another jar. The ones for syrups had labels for what they were, and what was in them.
A groan left the male as he began sweeping where things once again collected as he was ferrying herbs and other things. With a soft sneeze, he cast a despairing glance at the fire he left lightly smoldering. He had plowed through poultices since those never took long, but he was only finished with one syrup.
He had a feeling it was going to be a long day.
He started by having a few glass jars out for poultices, each had a label for what it was, cleaned to prevent rot and mold, and had concentrations/amounts of herbs that were in it. Plexus sorted the bundles for the poultices next to each jar, and once again divided up how much of each bundle he'd need to fill the jar. Rebundling the excess, he put it back on the table with all the herbs on it. Back into action, Plexus took his mortar and pestle and began to gentle mash each poultice together, gingerly wiping the mortar clean with every switch of medicine mix. His claws gently scraped the mixtures into the glass jars, and he twisted the lids as tight as he could. He'd use corks, but he would need to trade for some that fit (or scavenge fr some and cut it down, which he felt was more likely). Placing the poultice jars on herb table, in their own little spot to be put away later, the large cat started on the next task: decoctions and syrups.
Sweeping by the herb table once he set up a small, contained fire with a pot over it, he carefully started on roots and hearty herbs first. He tended to avoid decoctions, and it was a sore spot for him, so he decided to start on them to force himself to make them. Fanning the fire until it was crackling, he poured just enough water into the pot and watched until it started boiling. Making sure it didn't splatter everywhere, Plexus gently placed his first decoction mix into the pot, he made extra sure to crush some of the tougher bark and roots with his mortar and pestle so it all boiled evenly. After a few minutes, deeming it soft enough, he strained the herbs and added the liquids back to the pot. With a practiced paw, he quickly added twice the amount of honey to steeped liquid. Letting it simmer for awhile, it thickened into a syrup. With a sigh of relief, Plexus took the syrup and carefully poured it into another jar. The ones for syrups had labels for what they were, and what was in them.
A groan left the male as he began sweeping where things once again collected as he was ferrying herbs and other things. With a soft sneeze, he cast a despairing glance at the fire he left lightly smoldering. He had plowed through poultices since those never took long, but he was only finished with one syrup.
He had a feeling it was going to be a long day.
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PLEXUS "LEX" KINGSFORD!
female to male ★ norwegian forest cat ★ plague doctor ★ guru of cotc ★ selective mute ★ tags
