09-10-2020, 01:48 PM
There was a moment, a want to please. ALl thoese books that lawkit loved- adored so fell like sands under the pressure. This was a lession, an ease into the urgency Lawkit had seen in the soothsayer- in his nephew. It dodged his older cousin's steps and lawkit had come here to heal, to stop that fragility that etched in roan's smile, but it was a selfish want. He wanted his family happy, whole, he wanted the typhoon to be strong.
To be strong they needed a strong support, they needed more than one healer, a soothsayer who relied on herbs was well, but what of one who could mend the hidden things? the sleep that stole his mother, the bones that shattered but never quite broke bone? Stregthen the bone, the foundation and the society would prosper. It were simple logic, it was thoughtless- childish in a way, and it appealed to lawkit. He wanted it; and he would grasp it with both paws. With a voice strong a sturdy, he would speak and he would be able to help.
It was selfish, but who said anything about selfish being bad? This was his home, and he would learn how to support it, because it needed that support. When roan had stepped down- momentarily, it caused panic. Roan needed the support just as much as the typhoon, didn't he?
Other's joined the circle. His mother's presence was caught, but he pushed the flutter of nerves that edged to overwhelm him. Golden eyes narrowed in thought as he looked towards where the 'injury' would have laid across the npc's shoulders.
"Use something clean to wrap around it. If you've got it prepared, a mix of the herbs- marringold and horsetail-" he cut off his own tongue before he could point out the flaw in his own knowlege. Was dock leaves used as something to eat or something applied "give them something for the pain" he didn't specify what; still unsure of some of the uses- he knew poppy seeds- but dock leaves?
To be strong they needed a strong support, they needed more than one healer, a soothsayer who relied on herbs was well, but what of one who could mend the hidden things? the sleep that stole his mother, the bones that shattered but never quite broke bone? Stregthen the bone, the foundation and the society would prosper. It were simple logic, it was thoughtless- childish in a way, and it appealed to lawkit. He wanted it; and he would grasp it with both paws. With a voice strong a sturdy, he would speak and he would be able to help.
It was selfish, but who said anything about selfish being bad? This was his home, and he would learn how to support it, because it needed that support. When roan had stepped down- momentarily, it caused panic. Roan needed the support just as much as the typhoon, didn't he?
Other's joined the circle. His mother's presence was caught, but he pushed the flutter of nerves that edged to overwhelm him. Golden eyes narrowed in thought as he looked towards where the 'injury' would have laid across the npc's shoulders.
"Use something clean to wrap around it. If you've got it prepared, a mix of the herbs- marringold and horsetail-" he cut off his own tongue before he could point out the flaw in his own knowlege. Was dock leaves used as something to eat or something applied "give them something for the pain" he didn't specify what; still unsure of some of the uses- he knew poppy seeds- but dock leaves?
[glow=#FEF1B5,2,300]He told me I should take it in,[/glow]
[glow=#FEF1B5,2,300] listen to every word he's speaking[/glow]
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