Avoid the Poison Ivy - Abaven Healing Training
Spider lifted his head as Shaye approached him and cautioned a glance at her as she explained the healer’s garden. It would be a welcome change from his usual routine of gathering herbs and then dropping them whenever he lost interest in them; but that was partially remedied by having a pack to bring the herbs to and a den of his own where he could store them.
He had gotten so wrapped up in his own thoughts he didn’t realize the healer had been watching him, expecting him to give his name. He felt an icy chill of anxiety run through him before he managed to stutteringly utter: “S-S-Spider.” If anyone else spoke their name he didn’t hear them, his own thoughts focused on picking apart the cadence and volume he had used when he gave his name.
The woman directed the group to her garden and Spider felt a tight heat form in the pit of his stomach as he recalled his last encounter with cannabis. He remembered the black god he had met in the garden; the dazed floating sensation the herb gave him, and his own lowered inhibitions that allowed the god to groom him. He closed his eyes tightly on the memory; he had panicked as he always did and ran away leaving him with yet another memory tainted with regret. He shifted as the woman asked if any of them were familiar with any of the herbs, but remained silent, far too embarrassed with himself to share what little knowledge he had of the plant.
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