I've Invested In Myself

*Aranea* · 09-14-2020, 04:55 PM

Aranea's nose wrinkled to the dry and irritated spot on her nose. It had been bothering her for a couple days now and seemed to be getting worse as she continued to make trips across the lands really just to keep herself occupied. The sunburn had covered the top of her tiny black nose, the skin on the bridge of her nose was starting to grow pink from the burn and irritation and she figured she had to make the time to care for herself. She had slacked in the past with self care and she had more obligation to do so now whether it was because she was now surrounded by a bunch of other wolves or the fact that she never wanted to resort back to the peak of her depression.

She took her time going around Valhalla in order to find her way to the island she spotted many years ago, wanting the privacy from others and knowing it was close by Lirim. She wouldn't hesitate when she came to the separation of the mainland and the island, going straight into the ocean water and paddling along a clear and easy path. She came to the shores of the island and would give a quick shake before entering the treeline in search of the many materials she would need.

She first found a large palm leaf to work as her station, ripping it at the stem and carrying it with her mouth to a somewhat muddy area of the treeline. It was hard to find exactly the right moist soil she wanted being in the west but she would make do. She dropped her leaf face up and then turned back into the wood and brush. She sought a couple of herbs to make her concoction, both would be close together but the island was a perfect place for them to reside so she would have a wide spread area to search. She circled around a moment, finding herself back closer to the crescent tree line and sniffing towards her work station. She was trying to keep her search in a small radius if she could help it. She felt lucky when she found the two herbs close together and would carefully pick them from the base. The warm tone of the marigold and a soft rose color of the Earth smoke, she'd return to her work station.

She dropped her herbs beside her leaf and would start to dig a shallow hole to find a soft, wet soil before scooping it in her paw and placing a couple scoops on the leaf. Taking the herbs next, she scraped off the pedals, throwing the stems to the side and put her paws into the pedals to kneed them down into a crushed form best she could. When she felt they were good enough, she placed her paw into the mud she collected and then into the crushed herbs, then back into her small mud pile where she would finally start to mix all the ingredients together.

She drug her leaf with her homemade mud-mask ointment to the ocean water and would scoop up the concoction spreading it thickly on her beady nose and some where her skin had burned pink. She looked in the water a few times as a mirror to make sure she covered the flaky parts of her nose well. When she was done applying her medicine she drug the leaf back into the trees and would put it out of the way of any possible traffic and would go to take a lay down between the sands and the trees. She wanted her ointment to soak in but also wanted to give herself some time away from her pack. She especially didn't want to return with a glob of multi-colored poop-looking mud all over her nose.

She laid silently with almost no movement, almost taking a nap. She would lose track of time as it went by and it wouldn't even feel like the day was going away. Her eyes lightly fluttering open, her limbs and body came to a stretch as she rose from the ground. She walked back to the shore, staring down at the water at her reflection. She felt like she was back where she belonged out on this island alone. But she also didn't like being alone. It was a hard mixture of the feelings and she just wanted to swallow them. She dropped her face down to the water to wash off the drying mud ointment, looking back up and turning her head away almost in disgust. She was ready to go back to the pack now, but not as the happy yearling she wished she could be. She wanted her days of depression and disappoint to be over and she felt like they never would be. Her nose was feeling a lot better but she would probably make sure to keep it wet and moist for the next couple days.

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