Our Salve-ation [Healer's Circle]
Loose deadline [5-31st-2020]
08-15-2020, 07:43 PM
Justice exaggeratedly rolled her eyes at Paladin's quip, just to be sure he'd know just how eyerolling it truly was. "Anything would be better than getting ready for someone to shoot brats out of their cooch," she snipped back though without any heat to the sarcasm. She settled down, one forepaw crossed over the other in a relaxed attitude, letting Paladin start his lesson without further interruption.
Her eyes did light up when he got to the part about what they were going to be discussing, but rather than give him the satisfaction of seeing her excited about it she prominently examined and chewed at an overly long, cracked claw as though it wasn't that exciting. Her eyes flicked to the indicated stuff gathered, though, and she perused it. "Well," she said dryly, "I recognize the water." She did recognize more than that, though she couldn't resist the urge to needle her brother. It was close enough to accurate, though, because about all else she really, really knew was yarrow. Quite some time ago she'd spent a pleasant time picking the herb and learning from an elderly woman named Ara, and had learned some about it then. It was a fond memory. "It's never too late to start. We might change, but the plants never do," the old woman had said to her then, and the words had stuck with her. Yarrow was still one of the few herbs she could recognize both fresh and dried and had collected and dried it herself.
Caught by the memory, she didn't say anything more, and had nothing to add to what Elizabeth had said about yarrow, so she just listened quietly to what the other healer said about honey and goldenseal, marking each thing in her mind with the name as Elizabeth said it and spoke of it. Oh - now that she'd mentioned it she did know what honey was, and beeswax, though she didn't make it a habit to disturb bee hives so she hadn't really seen it to recognize it.
Her eyes did light up when he got to the part about what they were going to be discussing, but rather than give him the satisfaction of seeing her excited about it she prominently examined and chewed at an overly long, cracked claw as though it wasn't that exciting. Her eyes flicked to the indicated stuff gathered, though, and she perused it. "Well," she said dryly, "I recognize the water." She did recognize more than that, though she couldn't resist the urge to needle her brother. It was close enough to accurate, though, because about all else she really, really knew was yarrow. Quite some time ago she'd spent a pleasant time picking the herb and learning from an elderly woman named Ara, and had learned some about it then. It was a fond memory. "It's never too late to start. We might change, but the plants never do," the old woman had said to her then, and the words had stuck with her. Yarrow was still one of the few herbs she could recognize both fresh and dried and had collected and dried it herself.
Caught by the memory, she didn't say anything more, and had nothing to add to what Elizabeth had said about yarrow, so she just listened quietly to what the other healer said about honey and goldenseal, marking each thing in her mind with the name as Elizabeth said it and spoke of it. Oh - now that she'd mentioned it she did know what honey was, and beeswax, though she didn't make it a habit to disturb bee hives so she hadn't really seen it to recognize it.