07-25-2018, 07:54 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 520px; padding-bottom: 17px; overflow: stretch; font-family: verdana;"]Preparation for this had begun in the morning, as Fischer was a woman of her word, not about to lazily complete a task she was given. The wolf had gathered the essentials for first aid, fetched a patterned blanket that had been wasting away in the ship, beat the dust out of it, and let it lay out in the sun. Carefully, she neatly spaced out her items, which she kept to the natural variety. Fischer was only familiar with herbs and plants that were used as medicine. She knew as time went on as a Necro Mamba, she would eventually learn how to use more advanced medicine that she assumed the Soothsayers used, but she thought of natural treatments to be most effective.
On this island, plants were plentiful, the flora unearthing the whole landscape. It would be more efficient just to teach everyone first aid this way. Once she had all of her plants, as well as some cobwebs, some honey, she took a seat. The brown wolf looked out across the bay. It was just about when the sun was highest, and the girl called out, "I'm hosting a first aid lesson, everyone gather around!"
On this island, plants were plentiful, the flora unearthing the whole landscape. It would be more efficient just to teach everyone first aid this way. Once she had all of her plants, as well as some cobwebs, some honey, she took a seat. The brown wolf looked out across the bay. It was just about when the sun was highest, and the girl called out, "I'm hosting a first aid lesson, everyone gather around!"
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ain't it a gentle sound the rolling in the grave
[size=8pt]ain't it like thunder under earth the sound it makes ⋆ tags
ain't it a gentle sound the rolling in the grave
[size=8pt]ain't it like thunder under earth the sound it makes ⋆ tags