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24.Sep.12, 06:01 AM
Aparicus had been pleased that morning to find that her Witch-Hazel bush had several small shoots that spring on it. After two seasons she had deemed the roots on the shoots well enough developed to transplant the growing plants. Problem was that her little spice garden was flourishing and despite the fragrant winter flowers her witch-hazel bush developed, the only real use the plant had in the spice garden was for her own warming tea, a strong ally against the wet chill of winter here in the south. Not enough of the Weyr’s population shared Apari’s appreciation for the tea, however, and she needed to find them a new home or plant them along the outskirts of the Weyr.
It had been a short discussion with one of the Healers that Aparicus delightedly found that her hazel bush was actually well used and appreciated in the Infirmary’s Herb Garden. Apparently the plant’s leaves and flower-bearing twigs could be distilled to create a disinfecting liquid; great for cleaning the skin, sunburns (which Apari was prone to), bruises, rashes, swelling and could even reduce those little blue veins women often found developing on their legs after childbirthing. Aparicus had been amazed and impressed by her Witch-Hazel bush after that and had offered the little shoots to the Healers who had gladly accepted them.
Now she carried a large basket with both arms as she walked carefully toward the Healer’s Hall, their garden located behind the large building was her goal, but she wanted to let a healer know what she was up to before letting herself in. If people were like herself, they were protective of their garden and the last thing she wanted was to not be allowed inside at a later date. The slight woman was barely able to balance her basket between her hip and the door frame as she opened up the Healer’s door to call inside without dumping the plants and their carefully wrapped roots all over the doorstep.
Thankfully a healer was just inside enjoying some drink in the main room there. Aparicus recognized the dark skinned woman as a fellow Northerner. Truth be told, Apari had once been intimidated by the woman when she first arrived. Though Apari was taller than her by an inch or two, Lymsleia had both curves as well as haughty eyes in two different shades of blue. Add that to the fact that a woman was a healer along with the skin color Aparicus had never seen in her little cothold and one could only imagine why Aparicus had been at first afraid to approach the woman.
Time at the Weyr, however, was teaching Aparicus that no two people were alike and that you really couldn’t judge a book by its cover. Offering an apologetic smile through the door, Aparicus lifted her voice to carry across the room. “Good Afternoon Healer Lymsleia.” Aparicus said, politeness having been beaten into her at a young age, she made sure to use titles as often as she could without angering anyone. “I’ve brought the extra Witch-Hazel shoots from the kitchen’s spice garden and was hoping someone could open the gate to the healer’s garden so I could plant them.”
It had been a short discussion with one of the Healers that Aparicus delightedly found that her hazel bush was actually well used and appreciated in the Infirmary’s Herb Garden. Apparently the plant’s leaves and flower-bearing twigs could be distilled to create a disinfecting liquid; great for cleaning the skin, sunburns (which Apari was prone to), bruises, rashes, swelling and could even reduce those little blue veins women often found developing on their legs after childbirthing. Aparicus had been amazed and impressed by her Witch-Hazel bush after that and had offered the little shoots to the Healers who had gladly accepted them.
Now she carried a large basket with both arms as she walked carefully toward the Healer’s Hall, their garden located behind the large building was her goal, but she wanted to let a healer know what she was up to before letting herself in. If people were like herself, they were protective of their garden and the last thing she wanted was to not be allowed inside at a later date. The slight woman was barely able to balance her basket between her hip and the door frame as she opened up the Healer’s door to call inside without dumping the plants and their carefully wrapped roots all over the doorstep.
Thankfully a healer was just inside enjoying some drink in the main room there. Aparicus recognized the dark skinned woman as a fellow Northerner. Truth be told, Apari had once been intimidated by the woman when she first arrived. Though Apari was taller than her by an inch or two, Lymsleia had both curves as well as haughty eyes in two different shades of blue. Add that to the fact that a woman was a healer along with the skin color Aparicus had never seen in her little cothold and one could only imagine why Aparicus had been at first afraid to approach the woman.
Time at the Weyr, however, was teaching Aparicus that no two people were alike and that you really couldn’t judge a book by its cover. Offering an apologetic smile through the door, Aparicus lifted her voice to carry across the room. “Good Afternoon Healer Lymsleia.” Aparicus said, politeness having been beaten into her at a young age, she made sure to use titles as often as she could without angering anyone. “I’ve brought the extra Witch-Hazel shoots from the kitchen’s spice garden and was hoping someone could open the gate to the healer’s garden so I could plant them.”
