07-16-2018, 01:04 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 420px; font-family: Verdana; color: black; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; line-height: 110%; "]What use was there for one made to kill where the art of healing was concerned, when the blood which stained them was from battle and nothing more. There was little within them which proved suited to the work, their overall skills with people proving lacking in the minimal interactions they had permitted themself to enter, their memory oddly loose and hard to contain, slipping away like sand through fingers. It was why the rather strange want to learn the art of healing came as a surprise to them, the desire lingering about their mind, touching upon each thought they permitted through.
They had little use for it though some basic skill, each had been taught basic skills, enough to keep one alive until the very end, yet nothing which matched the complexities of the tasks which were set here. Truly they were but a field medic at best, simple wounds all they could truly manage, the opportunity to go further, however, to allow themself a second chance away from the action of battle. It would be a blatant lie if they dared to admit it was uninteresting, a prospect they pondered on quietly.
Within their garden they had come to lay, amongst the wide leaves and stalks of various fruits and vegetables where it was cool and the air was faintly scented with that of apple, one such fruit before them, pondering. They had heard of the tryouts for the place of a healer – well, a healer in training – and it had piqued their interest, enough so they had begun to wonder if it might be a good idea after all to at least attempt it. No other seemed prepared to tackle the seemingly simple tasks and they wondered if truly they were so simple if no one sought to complete them, or was it simply those here were more geared toward other tasks rather than healing.
A grumbled sigh found it's way out of their clenched teeth as the young lion rose, unsteady for a time before they came to gently push their way through the vegetation, stopping only to stuff the apple and a few other fruits into the satchel tied about their mid-section. Atreus could waste the day within the cool shade of their garden or go about their work, invested now in the idea of at least attempting it, trying to remember the herbs Rin had wanted collected.
“Comfrey root,” they murmured beneath their breath, brow furrowed as they attempted to recall what plant it was. Though minimal the plants requested where thankfully basic, enough so Art knew of them and held an idea of what each might look like, basic questioning would fill in any blanks as necessary. Their attention turned back only a few days to the events which had transpired after the meeting had concluded, the fuzzy memory of a field of flowers rising within their mind. It seemed the best place to begin their search, the large amount of flora present was mixed and surely would yield at least one of the necessary components. Unsure steps drew them around the Observatory, following a similar path well worn by the countless who had walked this way before, the heady scent of the flower field quickly growing overwhelming.
For a time they simply stood upon the edge of the field, unsure on how to proceed. It was proving difficult to pick out different ones though it proved all too easy to spot a cluster of chamomile, the small white flowers familiar though they had no need for their use some among their brethren had. Carefully they picked a few of the flowers and placed them into their satchel for safe keeping, once more turning their gaze to the flower field, wondering if it might truly be a good idea to do this.
Never had they been one with an even or truly good impulse control, each thought given barely any chance to cultivate before they were already on the move, seeking to keep busy in any way possible. It had gotten them into trouble more than they would care to admit, the possibility this would prove to be one such time escaping them for the moment. A further hour passed them before Art decided to wander by the water side, chancing upon a plant which seemed familiar. Brushing their claws over the large leaves they could recall no time when they had found such a plant, chewing upon their lip for a time as they wondered. Finally growing impatient they pushed the leaves other of the way, claws scraping along the dirt, pulling it away in large clumps. They came to hit something strangely soft yet unyielding, enough to push them to continue on with renewed vigour. By the end they had pulled a sizeable root, in the process becoming a rather large mess, this joining the chamomile.
Rather unexpectedly they came to be found by the burdock, the sharp sting within their paw speaking of their mistake, the burrs hooking into the skin and refusing to let go. This was a mistake, they should simply go back, tend to their garden and try to integrate themself into group, allow themself peace before they attempted anything bigger. The thought ran through their mind, constant and berating, seeking to be heard yet each time they pushed it aside, pride getting in the way. It did not matter the fear which clouded their heart, nor the judgement they felt would surely be put upon them if ever it came out they were something more than a mere child, though in every way they truly were just that, they wanted something. A purpose.
Tugging roughly at the root as it became exposed they grumbled to themself as it was also added to the pile, the last one of the easiest. With their diet they knew a great many berries, though they had no taste for juniper it was one they knew well and found easily. Plucking a small bush of its load they turned once more to the Observatory, the feeling of homesickness growing stronger the more distance they closed. It did not matter how loud their mind screamed at them this was a bad idea, each time they pushed it back, unable to swallow their own pride and realise the mistake they were making, set upon at least completing this.
Not wishing to go into the Observatory just yet the lion set themself by the entrance, breathing slowly and deeply, not wishing to call for Warringkingdoms just yet.
( [member=649]Warringkingdoms[/member] hope it is okay i mention you, i'll try to get the second task done tomorrow )
They had little use for it though some basic skill, each had been taught basic skills, enough to keep one alive until the very end, yet nothing which matched the complexities of the tasks which were set here. Truly they were but a field medic at best, simple wounds all they could truly manage, the opportunity to go further, however, to allow themself a second chance away from the action of battle. It would be a blatant lie if they dared to admit it was uninteresting, a prospect they pondered on quietly.
Within their garden they had come to lay, amongst the wide leaves and stalks of various fruits and vegetables where it was cool and the air was faintly scented with that of apple, one such fruit before them, pondering. They had heard of the tryouts for the place of a healer – well, a healer in training – and it had piqued their interest, enough so they had begun to wonder if it might be a good idea after all to at least attempt it. No other seemed prepared to tackle the seemingly simple tasks and they wondered if truly they were so simple if no one sought to complete them, or was it simply those here were more geared toward other tasks rather than healing.
A grumbled sigh found it's way out of their clenched teeth as the young lion rose, unsteady for a time before they came to gently push their way through the vegetation, stopping only to stuff the apple and a few other fruits into the satchel tied about their mid-section. Atreus could waste the day within the cool shade of their garden or go about their work, invested now in the idea of at least attempting it, trying to remember the herbs Rin had wanted collected.
“Comfrey root,” they murmured beneath their breath, brow furrowed as they attempted to recall what plant it was. Though minimal the plants requested where thankfully basic, enough so Art knew of them and held an idea of what each might look like, basic questioning would fill in any blanks as necessary. Their attention turned back only a few days to the events which had transpired after the meeting had concluded, the fuzzy memory of a field of flowers rising within their mind. It seemed the best place to begin their search, the large amount of flora present was mixed and surely would yield at least one of the necessary components. Unsure steps drew them around the Observatory, following a similar path well worn by the countless who had walked this way before, the heady scent of the flower field quickly growing overwhelming.
For a time they simply stood upon the edge of the field, unsure on how to proceed. It was proving difficult to pick out different ones though it proved all too easy to spot a cluster of chamomile, the small white flowers familiar though they had no need for their use some among their brethren had. Carefully they picked a few of the flowers and placed them into their satchel for safe keeping, once more turning their gaze to the flower field, wondering if it might truly be a good idea to do this.
Never had they been one with an even or truly good impulse control, each thought given barely any chance to cultivate before they were already on the move, seeking to keep busy in any way possible. It had gotten them into trouble more than they would care to admit, the possibility this would prove to be one such time escaping them for the moment. A further hour passed them before Art decided to wander by the water side, chancing upon a plant which seemed familiar. Brushing their claws over the large leaves they could recall no time when they had found such a plant, chewing upon their lip for a time as they wondered. Finally growing impatient they pushed the leaves other of the way, claws scraping along the dirt, pulling it away in large clumps. They came to hit something strangely soft yet unyielding, enough to push them to continue on with renewed vigour. By the end they had pulled a sizeable root, in the process becoming a rather large mess, this joining the chamomile.
Rather unexpectedly they came to be found by the burdock, the sharp sting within their paw speaking of their mistake, the burrs hooking into the skin and refusing to let go. This was a mistake, they should simply go back, tend to their garden and try to integrate themself into group, allow themself peace before they attempted anything bigger. The thought ran through their mind, constant and berating, seeking to be heard yet each time they pushed it aside, pride getting in the way. It did not matter the fear which clouded their heart, nor the judgement they felt would surely be put upon them if ever it came out they were something more than a mere child, though in every way they truly were just that, they wanted something. A purpose.
Tugging roughly at the root as it became exposed they grumbled to themself as it was also added to the pile, the last one of the easiest. With their diet they knew a great many berries, though they had no taste for juniper it was one they knew well and found easily. Plucking a small bush of its load they turned once more to the Observatory, the feeling of homesickness growing stronger the more distance they closed. It did not matter how loud their mind screamed at them this was a bad idea, each time they pushed it back, unable to swallow their own pride and realise the mistake they were making, set upon at least completing this.
Not wishing to go into the Observatory just yet the lion set themself by the entrance, breathing slowly and deeply, not wishing to call for Warringkingdoms just yet.
( [member=649]Warringkingdoms[/member] hope it is okay i mention you, i'll try to get the second task done tomorrow )
