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02-03-2017, 02:18 PM
Of the lessons which Tilney taught Maude, the ones which had stayed with her the most strongly were those about healing; surprisingly, these weren’t just instructions on how and where to use what herbs, or what parts of the herbs to use, but also how to care for the plants themselves, and the spirit of one’s patient. Just like she’d noticed Nyx’s forlorn, lowered head and thin frame, so too does the vivacious child take note of Erthe’s arrival, her body in similar disrepair, and her steps heavily burdened by a limp. Not trying to ignore the predicament of the poor mare alongside her, Maude cranes her head about to look more fully at the pale, naturally cold (literally so, for she was also very kind!) woman who had shared stories with her, over glow cherries. Had she limped when Maude had met her the first time? The ginger and cream sapling could not recall, looking at the way she slowly hobbles, and deducing that it is two of her legs that cause her the trouble, and, when the girl notices the peculiar angle of the right, in particular, she physically winces. Of course, there is a meeting going on, which she turns an ear back to, trying, truly trying to pay attention, but finding it rather hard with a worry as to her friend’s legs nagging at her now. & you just can’t fall asleep, I’ll sing a song beside you. and if you ever forget how much you really mean to me, every day, I will remind you. |
Hold onto this lullaby, even when the music's gone.
