Winter blues
Resin
01-18-2021, 02:36 AM
As she fed the fire, Gwyn shared what was on her mind. Resin was on the opposite end of being a healer. It was easier to kill than to keep something alive. The child had hoped to keep her plants alive long enough to harvest and it hadn't worked out. With the fire crackling away and consuming the wood hungrily, Resin moved away from it and seated herself beside the dejected girl. "Winter came quickly. Even the plants weren't prepared for it." Again she nuzzled the top of Gwyn's head. "All we can do is move on and try to be better prepared for the following season. The plants that die sink back into the earth to feed the next generation of plants. There will be more boneset plants. More of everything." Resin tried to think of what healers did in the winter. Usually she simply left them to their own devices and called on them when needed. What did they really do though? "I think that healers focus on dried plants during the winter. They prepare as much as possible in case of emergencies. I know your older sister, Iolaire, crafts things and makes pottery to hold her herbs." She wasn't sure if this would help the girl, but she honestly didn't know much of healing at all. "Speech"
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