28.Apr.13, 01:22 PM
Pregnancy at Katila tended to be a lonely affair. Ravana backed out of the bathouse with an unsettling speed, unable to shake the image of Indivara getting sick over a bucket. Three years ago, that had been her. Only the fact that Indivara was not one to welcome direct aid had kept her from crossing the room to help her then and there.
It tugged at her though and in the end, drew the green rider to her own hut. Finding the herbs was easy, she made all her own teas and had for years now. She had fat jars of each, and they were still potent. Mixing the tea had become second nature to Ravana, she still knew the measurements by heart.
Morning sickness had been the least of her problems when pregnant. She hoped Indivara was having an easier time of it than she had. Forcing her mind off her own pregnancies, Ravana ground together the tea, mixing together ginger, mint, chamomile and dried orangefruit peel. She gathered some cheese cloth next, portioning the tea into individual sachets. Last she put the whole kit into a box. Pausing, she looked around her and shook her head to clear it.
She went to get a piece of parchment, paused and wrote Indivara a simple note, explaining that the tea should help with her morning sickness and that it was nonaddictive. She paused then added that if she was showing it was too late now, but if she ever needed a trip between, no questions asked, to find Ravana. She tucked the note into the box, and whistled Stubborn over to her.
The lizard came quickly and Ravana focused on the hut Indivara shared with her mother. Getting the idea that she was supposed to deliver the box to the hut and make certain Indivara got it, the gold lizard grabbed it and took off, plainly pleased to be useful.
It tugged at her though and in the end, drew the green rider to her own hut. Finding the herbs was easy, she made all her own teas and had for years now. She had fat jars of each, and they were still potent. Mixing the tea had become second nature to Ravana, she still knew the measurements by heart.
Morning sickness had been the least of her problems when pregnant. She hoped Indivara was having an easier time of it than she had. Forcing her mind off her own pregnancies, Ravana ground together the tea, mixing together ginger, mint, chamomile and dried orangefruit peel. She gathered some cheese cloth next, portioning the tea into individual sachets. Last she put the whole kit into a box. Pausing, she looked around her and shook her head to clear it.
She went to get a piece of parchment, paused and wrote Indivara a simple note, explaining that the tea should help with her morning sickness and that it was nonaddictive. She paused then added that if she was showing it was too late now, but if she ever needed a trip between, no questions asked, to find Ravana. She tucked the note into the box, and whistled Stubborn over to her.
The lizard came quickly and Ravana focused on the hut Indivara shared with her mother. Getting the idea that she was supposed to deliver the box to the hut and make certain Indivara got it, the gold lizard grabbed it and took off, plainly pleased to be useful.