Just beat the devil out of it
10-11-2020, 04:11 PM
Halla travelled through the mist that clung low to the ground around the borders of the swamplands. She giggled softly to herself as she glanced back at Káti. He clearly seemed uncomfortable in the spookier setting of the swamp. She'd gotten a fire going and settled down with the angelica plants she'd gathered for that day. She intended to make an infusion of the roots and a poultice of the fresh leaves. Halla got to work, separating the roots from the stem and then going along and snipping off the leaves with her sharp teeth. She then gathered the roots and leaves into their own separate piles. She debated what to do with the stems. She didn't really know what to do with them so she just set them aside. "Talk" |