Tied To What Is Late

Ragna shook her head at the thought of trying to tell the Aracari siblings apart without the aid of color. She was grateful for her own sight. "Oh I have a few. An older sister and a younger sister but we don't keep in touch much." They'd all gone off and gotten married, moving with their husband's packs as was tradition and since they'd all moved so far away it became hard to stay in touch. Now she'd moved once more with Skælingr. Picking up her water skin, Ragna added a pint of water to the tea bowl, carefully maneuvering a ceramic lid over top of it. The healing properties of chamomile were prone to evaporation so she wanted to prevent as much of that as possible. She very carefully scooted the bowl to the fire before turning back to the poultice mixture. She added just enough water to get things wet before scooting that ceramic bowl near the fire as well. She'd let it heat and mash it more until it was a pulp, cool enough to apply to her sore ankle.