Tied To What Is Late

Ragna picked a nice open clearing in the gulley, where the walls of the channel opened up to allow a bit more sunlight down into the brush. She'd met a nice young man who was looking for a spot to craft some weaponry. She'd already gotten a fire going for her own projects, not knowing if he'd need it or not. She'd had a craving for chamomile tea and she also decided to make a poultice to help with some swelling in one of her ankles from all the traveling she'd been doing. It wasn't fun getting older.

Ragna had found a large clump of chamomile and she picked as much as she needed. Ragna set down the boquet. Selecting a few plants, Ragna started to snip the flowering tops off of them with her fangs, dividing them into two piles. One for the tea and one for the poultice.