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09-11-2016, 02:08 PM
Lena I'm buried and covered peaceful under millions of stars Her heart swelled as they responded to her request, and she paid careful watch as they wandered and discovered, as they opened their minds to possibilities, to ventures beyond magic, to being able to forge onward even when they felt lost and incapable (because they’d always be more than that, and she wanted them to see, to know, the feeling of success, of assuaging, of mending, right through their kind, compassionate cores). She waited, patient and enduring, listening to Mortuus Nox, nodding in agreement to his diligent discourse on the danger in their surroundings. “We must always be observant of the unknown. That’s why learning about each and every plant you come across is vital. Some herbs, despite their poisonous entities, can still be useful in small doses. We need to be aware of the risks and rewards.” A mistake, an error, could be costly and devastating; and those they intended to aid shouldn’t meet with further complexities or wounds. Her eyes fell to the choke cherry tree with its bright, inviting berries and she pondered over the methods of those less virtuous than them. But she didn’t dwell on it for long, because no sooner had she’d given them a task did the spirits of the hour rise to the occasion, and her smile appeared again, following the traces of Kiada’s youthful clamor and excitement. While Tiamat tended to Zyanya’s discovery, Lena wandered to the cherub, gazing upon the plant. Its blue berries were an indication of its name, and the Mender leaned closer, grin wide and encompassing, smiling indulgently at the girl and her grand finding. “These are juniper berries,” and she pointed to several of the little fruits dangling from the pines and needles with her muzzle. “They can be used for several things, like stimulating appetite, and a remedy for rheumatism and arthritis.” There were a few within the Basin, Albrecht in particular, she thought could benefit from the little berries, perhaps steeped or crushed into his favored food. Her gaze lingered from the herb to the girl, whispering like they were embroiled in some secret conspiracy, one eye winking in amusement. “Would you like to bring some home?” |
