Raise These Bones

The woman introduced herself as Kirsi and Drífa felt a chill shiver down her spine. Kirsi. She knew that name. That was the woman that Ignatius had been betrothed too, if she remembered correctly. She wasn't directly in the royal circle so all she knew was from rumors. Kirsi had been stolen away but that fire sodden whats-his-face. A prince that had been far too much like his father for Drífa's liking. She pitied this poor girl.

Kirsi confirmed that she had been part of Fyri for awhile and Drífa nodded eagerly. "Yes, we probably caught a glimpse of each other at one of the meetings. I… I suppose since you're here in Winterfell you don't know what's become of Ignatius?" All Drífa really wanted was news that the young man was ok and of course she wanted to know why he'd just upped and disappeared, leaving Fyri to collapse in on itself.

Drífa removed the tin from the shelf and set it down before carefully running her paw along the dried marshmallow to mash it into finer and finer pieces. She gingerly used her claws to scrap tougher pieces out of the mix. Still not quite satisfied she worked to mash the pieces even smaller as the conversation continued until at last she had what she needed. Drífa would often mix other herbs together but for now she opted to stick with just the marshmallow. Carefully she scrapped the tisane into the tine.

3/3 crafting tisane