In the heart of the Dove Island Archipelago, where emerald waters gently lapped against white shores, a small pale wolf pup named Siduri embarked on a curious exploration. Siduri's fur gleamed a pristine white, adorned with delicate pastel markings that cascaded along one side of her small frame. She took on a slightly darker hue as her little body disappeared into the shadows of the thicker trees at the center of the main isle.
With an insatiable curiosity, Siduri ventured into the lush undergrowth, her keen eyes, their odd spirals rivaling the beauty of the flowers themselves, absorbing the vibrant colors of the flora around her. The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers, and the ground beneath her paws was soft with a carpet of moss. Siduri's ears perked up, catching the whispers of the breeze weaving through the trees, though it was a little hard to hear over the raucous squawking of the idiot doves in the trees above.
When she had gone on her impromptu visit to the Hallows, she'd listened in on an old woman talking about herbs and flowers. Healing had instantly interested Sid and she wasted no time in inserting herself into the conversation to ask a million questions. The old woman seemed to quite like the girl's inquisitive nature and answered every question that she had. She told Sid of many different herbs and plants and even took her to the castle to show her pictures of them in an old book. Siduri thought about stealing the book, but the old wolf had been so nice that she couldn't bring herself to do it.
A fire was lit within Siduri. Her mission, albeit self-imposed, was a noble one. Sort of... Sid sought healing herbs to aid those in need. Surely the Raiders would be happy to have a healer as skilled as she would be running about. She also just really wanted to smash up plants and plaster them on people. Wrapping them up in bandages seemed like a fun time, so she was going to do it. If it took grabbing plants in order to turn someone into a walking bandage monster, well... she was up to the task.
The first discovery on her journey was a cluster of dandelions, their golden heads dancing in the gentle breeze. Siduri jerked the flowers from the ground not so delicately and tossed them into a sack that hung around her neck. The old woman from The Hallows had said that they made good tea, so many they would make good other things.
Continuing her exploration, Siduri's keen nose led her to a patch of yarrow. The feathery leaves and delicate white flowers stood out against the backdrop of greenery. With each careful step, Siduri gathered the yarrow, mindful of its potency in promoting healing and soothing discomfort. She remembered the description of the scent of yarrow and the description of the flowers and was pretty sure that this was it.
In a stroke of luck, Siduri stumbled upon a hidden grove where vibrant turmeric plants thrived. The roots, with their rich golden hue, promised not only to add color to her concoction but also to contribute their anti-inflammatory properties. The small wolf pup worked diligently, her white fur now adorned with specks of yellow and green as she gathered the turmeric roots. The joys of having a white coat... Sid looked filthy.
As Siduri assembled her collection of dandelions, yarrow, and turmeric, a spark of inspiration ignited within her young mind. She envisioned a remedy that could not only heal but might also taste pretty damn good. With a burst of enthusiasm, Siduri decided to mix the herbs with honey, a natural sweetener she'd had the privilege of tasting once or twice.
Sid made her way back to the storage den. Carefully arranging her findings, Siduri blended the dandelions, yarrow, and turmeric, adding a generous dollop of golden honey. The result was a fragrant mixture, the colors swirling together in a symphony of nature's remedies. Siduri's eyes sparkled with pride as she imagined how thankful others would be when they tasted this golden goop.
Her small paws cradled the jar of herbal honey, and with newfound purpose, Siduri set out to test her discovery on some lucky vict-...patient. Maybe her dad would help her out. In fact, she knew that he would. It wasn't like she would give him a choice. The girl intended to give her father a little bite. Just a little one. Hopefully he wouldn't be too mad to bleed a little for his daughter. She would fix him up, in the end. She could only hope that he wouldn't try to bite her in turn, but she had faith that her curiosity and cute exterior would earn her a bit of leeway with the big man.
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Anatomist
Knight