the mortal realm
04-12-2019, 05:29 PM
Gold rimmed eyes blinked back the sun as its light flashed through the foliage above the ivory pelted god. Thoth had only recently left the company of his maternal family, though he knew they were only the mortal renditions. He had been born out of the language, as the word was so was he. He thought it only fitting that the mother of his mortal body be named hieroglyph.
The sun was high in the cloudless sky that mid spring day, the leaves on the trees were close to being fully developed. Thoth: the god of medicine, and the boy had barely any knowledge of the plants around him. He knew what his grandmother had taught him, but he seemed to have lost his godly knowledge of healing. An unfortunate circumstance.
The Ithuriel boy looked around now, hoping he might find something familiar. It would be easier to begin a store before something happened than after. The fruit trees had started blooming, a promising sign for the harvest in the fall. He hadn’t experimented with fermentation yet, but he knew alcohol had a plethora of uses. Thoth would remember where this was when the fall season returned.
He didn’t recognize many of the plants that grew here, but they weren’t quite through spring yet and some would look different as the season changed. For now he’d have to settle with collecting mint. When you ate a few leaves a day the plant could help with digestion. He liked it because of the smell, and the fact that it also freshened the breath. If he could manage to find some watertight containers he might pick some of the longer stems, place them into the water, and have fresh mint for days after. Of course, when grown they spread quickly so if he could manage to get a grove going…
The tall boy remained distracted by his plant of choice, gold rimmed ears perked and eyes on the green stems. However his gaze was far off and distant, his mind obviously lingering in distant plains.
wc: 345
The sun was high in the cloudless sky that mid spring day, the leaves on the trees were close to being fully developed. Thoth: the god of medicine, and the boy had barely any knowledge of the plants around him. He knew what his grandmother had taught him, but he seemed to have lost his godly knowledge of healing. An unfortunate circumstance.
The Ithuriel boy looked around now, hoping he might find something familiar. It would be easier to begin a store before something happened than after. The fruit trees had started blooming, a promising sign for the harvest in the fall. He hadn’t experimented with fermentation yet, but he knew alcohol had a plethora of uses. Thoth would remember where this was when the fall season returned.
He didn’t recognize many of the plants that grew here, but they weren’t quite through spring yet and some would look different as the season changed. For now he’d have to settle with collecting mint. When you ate a few leaves a day the plant could help with digestion. He liked it because of the smell, and the fact that it also freshened the breath. If he could manage to find some watertight containers he might pick some of the longer stems, place them into the water, and have fresh mint for days after. Of course, when grown they spread quickly so if he could manage to get a grove going…
The tall boy remained distracted by his plant of choice, gold rimmed ears perked and eyes on the green stems. However his gaze was far off and distant, his mind obviously lingering in distant plains.
wc: 345
