Telescope

It felt like overstepping the mark to go direct to the Ashen apothaker, but if she sat around waiting for one of the others to organise or delegate someone to get there, they’d be in a medical emergency with no stocks to speak of. So no, she wouldn’t be apologising to anyone. If they wanted to bitch about it, she’d happily bite them on the ass then proceed to tell them what was what. Sedna had no more patience. Winter was here and they needed to stop chasing their tails recovering.

That said, her pale, antlered companion was easy company. As they made their way northwards, exchanging knowledge on different ailments and their remedies, the Archer-Lyall actually found herself smiling and maybe even laughing on occasion as they traded war stories and even the names of common herbs. As she had long suspected, many were very much the same, just with a different regional references.

The monochrome pair finally slowed to a halt, and Sedna offered the Ashen wolf a lopsided smile. “Was almost worried we’d walk right off th’ edge o th’ earth if we kept goin’…” Chips flew down, shaking the snow from his feathers giving her a displeased Rawk! To be fair, she had almost left him at home, but it helped to have a companion with wings in case she needed to let the Armada know of trouble.

With any luck, they might yet find some burdock root, dandelion roots, and poplar buds, and in Sedna’s opinion, you could never have too much pine. There was sure to be other little treasures just waiting to be salvaged… after all, they had come all this way.

“Speech”