Sinking Seeds

Ellara continued to grind the nettle roots into a find paste, her motions smooth and practiced. The rhythmic sound of stone against stone filled the garden, accompanied by the rustling of leaves in the breeze and the occasional soft comment exchanged between them. Ellara found a certain peace in this moment, where the work was purposeful, and the company was comforting.

As she glanced over at the siblings, she smiled at their teamwork. Jiro was methodical in his approach, his focus evident in the way he ground down the comfrey leaves. Asahi, though quieter, was diligent, carefully working her yarrow into a usable form. The scene reminded Ellara of the importance of community, and how even the simplest of tasks could bring wolves together.

Once the roots were adequately ground, Ellara stepped back from the stone to examine the paste. Satsified, she looked around the garden for something that they could use to mix the different components together. Her eyes landed on a shallow, smooth basin-like stone half buried in the earth, likely used by those who had tended the garden before them. Perfect.

"We can use this basin to mix everything together," Ellara suggested, nudging the stone to reveal more of its surface. "It's large enough for us to combine the nettle, comfrey, and yarrow. Once we have it all mixed we can spread it over the garlic mounds to enrich the soil." She began to carefully scoop the nettle paste into the basin, gesturing for Jiro and Asahi to do the same with their respective plants.

[ 2/3 Mixed a concoction of herbs ]

"Ellara"