08-01-2018, 04:27 AM
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There seemed no plausible reason for her to care about the act of healing, the structure of her thoughts and memory unsuited for the delicate work where a clear head within the presence of stress was a mandatory factory, and yet she had heeded the call. It had come as some surprise to see the figure before the tavern speaking to those who had loosely gathered about them of the position of sage, her steps given a hesitant edge as something pulled at her. Upon the fringe she had listened to the messenger speak, mind barely processing the information they shared as she struggled with the wanton desire rose within them, a sharp thing digging into her mind, refusing to move no matter how she tried to shift it.
To work beside her aunt Rosemary, her student on the path of healing, learning how the body might be repaired when it had come to fall within battle or the claws of sickness had wrapped about it. Something within that thought held an interest, though if it proved to be well intended or merely a product of a want to learn, gathering what knowledge she was able, she could not say. The morning had come all too soon and it was with blurry eyes she looked out upon the world from the tavern's door, murmuring a soft cuss beneath her breath. With little sleep under her belt it seemed a worse idea to attempt this, her steps seemed purposeful all the same as she set off towards the beach, drawn as a few others were towards the spot the Soothsayer had chosen.
At the edge of the small group Aita strained to hear the explanation, Rosemary little more than a blur of colour amongst those before her, clearer for their proximity. It proved a struggle to keep herself up right, swaying slightly where she stood, teeth grinding into her lower lip, the slight sting of pain from this act enough to bring her mind back, albeit briefly. For a time she merely stood as the others moved forward to retrieve a bag, confusion briefly twisting her features, a ghost of a frown and brow furrowing over dark eyes, before she finally registered what it was they were doing. Moving forward she took one of the bags and slung it over her head and one arm, thankful she had grown comfortable with this for her own satchel was positioned as such when it was needed, though it was somewhat large on the tiny stature of the kitten and hit against her side with each step.
“This is all very nice but it is a waste of your talents,” the spectre did little to hide the accompanying mine, her distaste for Aita's decision evident within the sharp tone of her voice, soft drawl fading into tense silence for a time as the child offered a slight smile towards Rosemary before she turned. Taking up a quick trot she moved across the beach and thought better of speaking aloud for the moment, only offering her reply once the darkness of the jungle had closed around her.
“Ah don' care, ain' fa you, fa... Cleo,” strong at first her voice trailed into a faint murmur as she spoke the name of her sister, one of the few of their little band who had become more than just one who shared the same blood as she, rather the other had become someone she trusted and found a deep love for, bordering on a respect she had yet to find voice for. In truth Cleo seemed to have taken the mantle as her favourite person, though quiet something about her still drew Aita in, the deep set desire to protect and care for her sister never fading even as she further withdrew from those around her. It was frightening this swell of love and joy she felt in her chest when she came upon Cleo within her wanderings, when she could offer gentle teasing or gift her the little carvings she made, no other, not even Pincher though her feelings had begun to strengthen there, could bring such out of her.
A soft scoff filled her head and her ears flattened against her head, an answering hiss arising from between her clenched teeth. It had become all too clear Hadhi held no care for any of her siblings, let alone the one she was steadily growing closer with, in truth she though the two chaotic monsters better for death than to draw another breath but she had no say in it. “Fine, I will help you but don't expect this to become a regular occurrence, this is a one time deal.”
Coltsfoot. The name floated to the top of her thoughts and lingered there, the presence of Hadhi not permitted any other thought beyond the task at hand to take her attention, a hazy image of a yellow flower alongside it. A great deal of time passed, at least what seemed to the child for it was little more than half an hour at most, before she found what she was looking for. Entangled within the roots of a tree were points of ivory, bone long since picked clean and left to be picked up as the tree grew around them, small yellow buds clinging to the roots. Grabbing a good number she stuffed the herb into her bag, a soft smile curling her lips as Hadhi spoke of the plant, giving a basic use for it.
Next was feverfew, an invasive weed within the jungle for it was not meant for this place, similar to the one she had gotten just before beyond the colour. Once more it took a great deal of wandering, both of her paws as her steps became shaky and short, exhaustion tugging at her once more, and her mind as it struggled to push back Hadhi's efforts, seeking something more to entertain her. Occupied with this the spectre never noticed as Aita picked a few daisies in place of the feverfew she had been seeking, the similarities enough to trick her tired mind into believing it was correct.
When no reprimand came she continued on her way, seeking the last herb amongst the underbrush. Somewhat unique in its overall look it prove the easier to find, the star shaped borage a spot of purple amongst the greens and browns which clustered around it. Of this she could only find two which were deposited in her bag as well, her gaze drawn to the sky with this done. There could be no certainty to her time telling for she had lost track of it some time ago but it had felt as though it had run through, dragging as her mind sought to wander, to find a topic more suited to her. Yet she pushed on in hopes she might not be too late.
With but minutes it the dark bengal took a spot besides Beatrice, a face she remembered when she had come across her returning. During her impromptu lesson she pulled the bag off and set about sorting her own flowers, barely biting back a sound of shock as she came to realise the white flower she had picked seemed awfully similar to one the canine had before her. There was nothing she could do now but wait her turn, ears flattening and head dipped down so her chin rested upon her chest.
Finally it was Aita's turn to speak. “Tis is uh, coltsfoot it elps wit... um dri skin,” uncertainty seeped into her tone and she dared a peek up towards Rosemary, a grimace contouring her features for a brief second. It seemed the brief description she had been given had faded from her memory, the bare knowledge not quite enough to get her through. “An dhis is... was supposta be feverfew. It elps wit fever?” Brow furrowed she took a few seconds to think on it, unsure now. It was in the name so surely it was meant for it, before all at once she was speaking again, annoyance ringing in her voice. “Headache, it elps wit headaches.” Turning to the last Aita swallowed thickly, breathing a sigh of release as Hadhi grew impatient and spoke to her briefly before she opened her mouth once more, never realising it would seem odd she had a good idea of this herb but not the two before. “Dis is borage it elps with bellyaches, and uh fevers, brings em down.”
To work beside her aunt Rosemary, her student on the path of healing, learning how the body might be repaired when it had come to fall within battle or the claws of sickness had wrapped about it. Something within that thought held an interest, though if it proved to be well intended or merely a product of a want to learn, gathering what knowledge she was able, she could not say. The morning had come all too soon and it was with blurry eyes she looked out upon the world from the tavern's door, murmuring a soft cuss beneath her breath. With little sleep under her belt it seemed a worse idea to attempt this, her steps seemed purposeful all the same as she set off towards the beach, drawn as a few others were towards the spot the Soothsayer had chosen.
At the edge of the small group Aita strained to hear the explanation, Rosemary little more than a blur of colour amongst those before her, clearer for their proximity. It proved a struggle to keep herself up right, swaying slightly where she stood, teeth grinding into her lower lip, the slight sting of pain from this act enough to bring her mind back, albeit briefly. For a time she merely stood as the others moved forward to retrieve a bag, confusion briefly twisting her features, a ghost of a frown and brow furrowing over dark eyes, before she finally registered what it was they were doing. Moving forward she took one of the bags and slung it over her head and one arm, thankful she had grown comfortable with this for her own satchel was positioned as such when it was needed, though it was somewhat large on the tiny stature of the kitten and hit against her side with each step.
“This is all very nice but it is a waste of your talents,” the spectre did little to hide the accompanying mine, her distaste for Aita's decision evident within the sharp tone of her voice, soft drawl fading into tense silence for a time as the child offered a slight smile towards Rosemary before she turned. Taking up a quick trot she moved across the beach and thought better of speaking aloud for the moment, only offering her reply once the darkness of the jungle had closed around her.
“Ah don' care, ain' fa you, fa... Cleo,” strong at first her voice trailed into a faint murmur as she spoke the name of her sister, one of the few of their little band who had become more than just one who shared the same blood as she, rather the other had become someone she trusted and found a deep love for, bordering on a respect she had yet to find voice for. In truth Cleo seemed to have taken the mantle as her favourite person, though quiet something about her still drew Aita in, the deep set desire to protect and care for her sister never fading even as she further withdrew from those around her. It was frightening this swell of love and joy she felt in her chest when she came upon Cleo within her wanderings, when she could offer gentle teasing or gift her the little carvings she made, no other, not even Pincher though her feelings had begun to strengthen there, could bring such out of her.
A soft scoff filled her head and her ears flattened against her head, an answering hiss arising from between her clenched teeth. It had become all too clear Hadhi held no care for any of her siblings, let alone the one she was steadily growing closer with, in truth she though the two chaotic monsters better for death than to draw another breath but she had no say in it. “Fine, I will help you but don't expect this to become a regular occurrence, this is a one time deal.”
Coltsfoot. The name floated to the top of her thoughts and lingered there, the presence of Hadhi not permitted any other thought beyond the task at hand to take her attention, a hazy image of a yellow flower alongside it. A great deal of time passed, at least what seemed to the child for it was little more than half an hour at most, before she found what she was looking for. Entangled within the roots of a tree were points of ivory, bone long since picked clean and left to be picked up as the tree grew around them, small yellow buds clinging to the roots. Grabbing a good number she stuffed the herb into her bag, a soft smile curling her lips as Hadhi spoke of the plant, giving a basic use for it.
Next was feverfew, an invasive weed within the jungle for it was not meant for this place, similar to the one she had gotten just before beyond the colour. Once more it took a great deal of wandering, both of her paws as her steps became shaky and short, exhaustion tugging at her once more, and her mind as it struggled to push back Hadhi's efforts, seeking something more to entertain her. Occupied with this the spectre never noticed as Aita picked a few daisies in place of the feverfew she had been seeking, the similarities enough to trick her tired mind into believing it was correct.
When no reprimand came she continued on her way, seeking the last herb amongst the underbrush. Somewhat unique in its overall look it prove the easier to find, the star shaped borage a spot of purple amongst the greens and browns which clustered around it. Of this she could only find two which were deposited in her bag as well, her gaze drawn to the sky with this done. There could be no certainty to her time telling for she had lost track of it some time ago but it had felt as though it had run through, dragging as her mind sought to wander, to find a topic more suited to her. Yet she pushed on in hopes she might not be too late.
With but minutes it the dark bengal took a spot besides Beatrice, a face she remembered when she had come across her returning. During her impromptu lesson she pulled the bag off and set about sorting her own flowers, barely biting back a sound of shock as she came to realise the white flower she had picked seemed awfully similar to one the canine had before her. There was nothing she could do now but wait her turn, ears flattening and head dipped down so her chin rested upon her chest.
Finally it was Aita's turn to speak. “Tis is uh, coltsfoot it elps wit... um dri skin,” uncertainty seeped into her tone and she dared a peek up towards Rosemary, a grimace contouring her features for a brief second. It seemed the brief description she had been given had faded from her memory, the bare knowledge not quite enough to get her through. “An dhis is... was supposta be feverfew. It elps wit fever?” Brow furrowed she took a few seconds to think on it, unsure now. It was in the name so surely it was meant for it, before all at once she was speaking again, annoyance ringing in her voice. “Headache, it elps wit headaches.” Turning to the last Aita swallowed thickly, breathing a sigh of release as Hadhi grew impatient and spoke to her briefly before she opened her mouth once more, never realising it would seem odd she had a good idea of this herb but not the two before. “Dis is borage it elps with bellyaches, and uh fevers, brings em down.”
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