Trade Tirade
12-27-2019, 09:02 PM
Drífa was hard at work. With spring in full flourish she was eager to take advantage of the richness of herbs available to her. She was gathering fresh herbs and many she was setting to dry or work into tinctures so that they would be of use to her during the winter. She was growing rather fond of the strange metal cave that made up a good chunk of Winterfell's lands. The shelves, tins and glasses were useful for creating a store room dedicated to herbs and healing items.
She picked her way back toward the ship, pausing momentarily to lick at her swollen paws and to give her joints a rest. Gathering and crafting were hard work but this year, if she worked hard through spring and summer she could look forward to an easier fall and winter. Ideally she just wanted to camp out in the ship all winter if she would be able to get away with it. Drífa told herself that when she got back she could fix a nice salve for her paws. Halla traveled along next to her. The pair had been chatting for most of the journey but had fallen silent in the last legs of it with both their voices spent. The macaque was proving invaluable as her dextrous hands could do things Drífa only dreamed of.
Both paused when a call rang out calling for a healer. She did not recognize the call but that didn't mean a whole lot. She barely knew the names of most of her pack mates let alone their voices, but it was definitely coming from the border. Drífa turned around and headed toward the call. When she arrived she saw an older woman who also appeared to be blind and immediately she felt a pang of sympathy. In her mind she was old but this woman was definitely her elder and the Archemaster couldn't imagine living live without her sight even if she did give her nose the last word on whether or not an herb was identified correctly. The woman bore no scent from Winterfell, if anything it was the scent of a pack she was unfamiliar with.
"Greetings, you are at the borders of Winterfell. I am Archemaster Drífa, a healer. Is there something I can help you with?"
WC: 386
Total: 686
She picked her way back toward the ship, pausing momentarily to lick at her swollen paws and to give her joints a rest. Gathering and crafting were hard work but this year, if she worked hard through spring and summer she could look forward to an easier fall and winter. Ideally she just wanted to camp out in the ship all winter if she would be able to get away with it. Drífa told herself that when she got back she could fix a nice salve for her paws. Halla traveled along next to her. The pair had been chatting for most of the journey but had fallen silent in the last legs of it with both their voices spent. The macaque was proving invaluable as her dextrous hands could do things Drífa only dreamed of.
Both paused when a call rang out calling for a healer. She did not recognize the call but that didn't mean a whole lot. She barely knew the names of most of her pack mates let alone their voices, but it was definitely coming from the border. Drífa turned around and headed toward the call. When she arrived she saw an older woman who also appeared to be blind and immediately she felt a pang of sympathy. In her mind she was old but this woman was definitely her elder and the Archemaster couldn't imagine living live without her sight even if she did give her nose the last word on whether or not an herb was identified correctly. The woman bore no scent from Winterfell, if anything it was the scent of a pack she was unfamiliar with.
"Greetings, you are at the borders of Winterfell. I am Archemaster Drífa, a healer. Is there something I can help you with?"
WC: 386
Total: 686