She reached into her bag and pulled out two ceramic bowls. She put an ounce of the flowers in one bowl for tea and several other flowers in the other. Taking a deer fibula in her mouth, she titled her head so the balled end would mash the chamomile flowers for the tea and for the poultice. She worked back and forth between the bowls until she was satisfied. She heard approaching movement and looked up to see a young woman picking chamomile as well. She set the deer fibula down and returned the smile. "Hello there! Oh yes, I'm making some chamomile tea, well, and a poultice to. Mostly for practice. My name is Svala and you're welcome to join me if you like." She was always happy for company, especially from fellow healers.
