Thread: Aber     (WhiteTiger& position open)

RE Aber WhiteTiger WalrusesInMyKitchen Creeping in, the light worked it's way through the cracks in the door way and the curtained windows of her cottage. Covering her eyes, as a single beam from the doorway honed in on her face. Rubbing them, Afon then pushed her self up to gather her bearings. Sleeping the deepest she had in a long time, it took a bit to recall the events as they had occurred and remember what was happening now. Late in the day, by the positions of the beams of light, she looked over to the sleeping soldier and then sat up on her small bed and placed her feet on the ground. Stretching high and tall, she brought her arms down with a sudden drop as she forced herself to stand up. Feeling physically drained still from the distance and the load she bore the previous day, she opened the curtains for what was left of the day. Long gone out, the fire still smoldered in the hearth, she threw a couple of more logs on to feed the embers within. Crouching low, as she added more kindling and pushed it in with her her iron poker to tease and invite out the embers still hot. Catching on, the kindling began smoking on the edges and a starter flame began. Working with the fire a bit longer, she was able to get it going good again and stood up and pushed her hood back. Tangled from sleep, her long straight black hair resisted her fingers as she ran them through it. Peeking to make sure the young man was still sleeping, she pulled out her mirror and brushed her hair thoroughly, ending by pulling it into a braid that fell down her back. Looking into the mirror, she looked at her face a while longer, seeing the circular patterned markings beautifully decorated her already tan skin. Nothing more that the product of accentuated skin pigmentation, they were the marks of divinity incarnate. Wrinkles from the night's sleep crumpled up her cloak and she now brushed it out, straightening it with firm quick swipes over her small frame. Being much stronger that she looked was always an advantage. Walking over, she then checked the soldiers wounds and feel his forehead. Ghostly pale from lack of blood his heart still beat strong but she could feel the presence of infection was already digging its claws into his system as his forehead was getting hot. Knowing what needed to be done, she had to let him sleep enough to make more of his own blood but not too long, for the infections could take him next. Returning her mirror and brush to their hiding spot under her mattress, she pulled on her hood and grabbed a change of clothes, going out to the adjacent building where she kept all her medicinal plants for her private garden, she washed up and redressed into a simple pair of boys two legged trousers and a full length unisex tunic. Each trip into town she made, she always planned well in advance to make sure she had plenty of supplies, food and clothing. Partial only to her cloak she always wore, clothing in general didn't matter as much as practicality and usually purchased boys clothes ready made because she hated making her own clothes and were easily enough to find as her build was so slight and delicate. She carried nothing with her from there, as all the medicines she would need were already tucked away and stored in a dry corner of her cottage in a specially made table and drawers that she used for preparing and keeping them. The sun showered her and a breeze blew off her hood as she walked out into the setting day. Quickly returning it to its place, she walked back into her cottage again and prepared a meal from her well stocked provisions. Even with two in the house, there would be plenty for the remaining fall and the harsh winter to come. Lifted, the remainders of her mind pushed away any fog from her deep sleep and ate a meal of porridge, jarred fruit and some dried meat. Knowing that upon regaining consciousness, he would need a large amount of specific foods to help him regain his strength and rebuild his blood, she would have to acquire some fresh meat for a while, if in supply. In town, she had secretly formed a deal with a local vendor to sell her medicines and special deserts she loved making. Though paying large fee for such services from him as a middle man, she made more than enough to buy what ever she needed. Soon, she would need to walk there and buy some fresh meat for him as he should be wakened by the following morning to begin administering the medicines to him, which were vital with this infection setting in. Putting her dishes, to the side, knowing she would wash them soon, she sat on the edge of the youth's bed, as it will be his bed for some time to come. Focusing, she closed her eyes and with drew part of her energy back into her and out of him, which would force his body to start making more blood. Lightening his sleep and increasing his pain a bit, this was necessary for him to rebuild his own health and strengthen his body to fight the infection along with her medicines, the kind she never told a soul about or sold in town. Opening her eyes, she felt him stir slightly as the pain began to seep it's way into his dreams, but was able to sleep a little longer. Immediately, she felt a rise in his body temperature and it confirmed that he absolutely must be woken up by the following morning. Pulling out the necessary medicines from the store case under her preparation table and placed them on top, she stood up once more. Two in all, she would be giving him. From the secretions of a very small life form, she produced plenty of pale yellow crystals, once added to the right amount of water, he would need to drink 4 times a day. The soft, malleable dark resin like substance from the tears harvested by scratching the under developed seed pods of a flower from the far east, was the other one that she would soften and mix with a few other ingredients, forming a paste, he would need to easy the intense pain he will endure and also help him rest. Keeping them sealed, just ready on the top, Afon began her daily activities, in maintaining the house and stocking the wood and kindling, washing her dishes and packed up and headed into town to purchase the fresh meat he would require. Keeping her head bowed, she cautiously approached the town. Travelers into and out of town were already staring and whispering to each other, but she was used to it. Circling around the back, where no one could see her, she knocked the code on the merchants back door. As the door opened, he hesitantly asked her what she needed. Thank you again for all the kindness you do good sir. she replied and then continued, I would like to know if there is a vendor available selling fresh meat and if you could point me in the right direction. Looking both ways before speaking, he told her which vendor and where he could be found. Setting quickly, she had to hurry before the shop closed up and made it just in time. With disgust and fear, the vendor asked, What do you want? Replying in a small voice, I was wondering if would be alright if I purchased some of your fine fresh meat good sir. I will pay what ever you ask. Upon hearing this, his attitude changed a bit, temporarily as greed overwhelmed his disgust and fear. He would charge her ten times what he charges the regular customers and named his price. Opening up her money purse, she paid the man what he asked no questions asked, even though she knew the truth and headed back with the wrapped and cut meats from the a young male bull, sheep, deer and pig. Carrying this rather large load, again showed the benefits of her hidden strengths as the sun finished setting on her during the walk home. The fire still lightly lit, she opened the door to her cottage and laid the meats down and walked over, putting more logs on the fire. As the day comes tomorrow, she will clean out her fire place, she thinks to herself. Even these meats will need preservation an sets aside tomorrow's portion and got the variety of meats ready and finished the first stages of the process of preserving them as the night drew on. During the winter, she will move the chickens she raises, as usual into the same building where she keeps her plants growing, as she always keeps it warmer in there, despite the temperatures out side, with just a small bit of help from her power. Even a Goddess needs to follow the laws of nature or will suffer the consequences of the energy exchange. Being a force and source of that nature, she is even more intertwined or even more severe consequences will fall upon her. Cleaning up after herself, and picking up the cottage, Afon then went to bed, crawling under her blanket and falls asleep listening to the winds out side from the now, one again, curtained windows and the crackling of the fire. Waking early, she repeated the same process as the day before in getting ready. In the past, present and in the future, this is her regular routine. Walking over to the the young warrior, she again sits next to him again. Growing stronger by the minute, she knows she has no time to waist as she feels his forehead and cleans and replaces the bandages over his wound. Soon he must wake up and begin the treatment of her medicines. Closing her eyes, she withdraws the rest of her energy from him and shortly after feels his heart rate increase, but enough time has passed and he has managed to make a bit more blood and will be alright with out it. Waiting is now what she must do, for him to awaken as she walk over to her table and out of habit, double checks the containers of medicine. Standing up, she then goes outside to gather what is left from her small harvest to prepare and store for the coming winter and to gather eggs from her chickens. Outside the air is crisp and clean, as the Autumn wind blows her cloak, filling her with open peace and happiness as her baskets are laden with the fruits of her labor.