Roots and Rhizomes
The seasons had finally changed, and the mild winter meant an early and more vibrant blooming of all the lovely flowers. And, more importantly, herbs. Solveiga was just leaving her little alcove to stretch her legs and think about collecting some of the fresh herbs for her stock when, right on cue, she was called by the master healer herself. She flicked her ears and smiled a bit as she broke into a lope. Spring meant more than just blooming flowers and new herbs to collect, however, and she had noticed that the same went for Kavdaya. Hopefully being around the older, wiser woman would make her feel better about it. Because right now, the little woman just felt awkward and uncomfortable. She knew what it all meant, and knew what could relieve the unsettled feeling inside her. But that was all foreign territory which she did not intend to cross without plenty of premeditation.
With all thoughts of birds and bees pushed aside, Solveiga found and approached the older woman. "Good morning," she said pleasantly, though her smile belied the discomfort she was experiencing. Her head wasn't fuzzy, not really. She knew some females got that way. No, she just felt fidgety, like she had a splinter in her paw that needed removed. But that splinter was going to have to stay there all season, and she was going to have to get used to it. She looked at the deer hide which lay at the feet of the master healer. "Am I going on an herb hunt with you today?" she asked, genuinely excited by the idea. Solveiga loved to learn, and who better to learn from than the master? She couldn't wait to soak up all the knowledge she could today. |
