Pot Head

Io eyed the strange sort of pot that Rhythm was crafting. It made sense in her mind, but she'd never seen such a thing before. Very clever. She might have to take that and make her own. She was constantly pouring teas and tonics. With her fancy paws, it was easier for her than most, but if it could be easier, she wouldn't complain.

The old woman congratulated her and Io smiled. "Thank you very much." Love had been a long time coming for the little fae and she was very thankful to have stumbled upon Roan. Once the thanks were given, Rhythm considered some pain reliever for the trip back. If she was considering it, Iolaire decided that she needed it. Sifting through her pack, she came out with some powdered willow bark. Io always carried a small skin of water just in case and she mixed the two together in a little dish that she kept as well. Reaching out, she gently took the old woman's paws away from her pottery. "Drink this. It's a powder of willow bark, turmeric, ginger and feverfew mixed into water. Doesn't taste very good, but it'll get the job done."

The light was shifting and, now that their pots were made and placed within the fire, Iolaire decided that it was time to get the woman back to her pack. The days were already getting shorter. Io didn't like it. "Thank you for spending time with me today, Rhythm. Perhaps I'll see you tomorrow. Enki will escort you back." The leopard gave a rumble of agreement and rose from his place before sliding his side along the older wolf's just to let her know where he was.