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17.Jan.12, 12:07 PM
The heat of the day had not yet come, and Lymsleia teetered a moment as another healer, a young man barreled past her. She'd nearlyed spilled a bottle of salve! Finding another person to take the large jug from her, she wheeled after him. She wasn't angry, persay. But the jug has been one of those rare things that hadn't been reproduced int he South yet, not easily, anyway. And the Salve that filled it, was still hard to make with even with the right components.
It wasn't numbweed, though it was special mix, and that man was in such a rush. He'd appologised, hurriedly but that wasn't enough. That wasn't enough at all, and just who was he? It wasn't a face she recognized- at least not right away.
The day was beautiful. Lymsleia had slowed her walk, and allowed herself to be distracted, by the sound of the wind, the smell of the healing, herbs and salves, the scent of the vineyards- Escherlov worked there and it made her smile. Step step... She paused eyeing the retreating young man, with curious confidence. Most men didn't move like that. "Ecuse me!" she called out, walking after him, "Have you seen a---" she stopped talking as her eyes came to focus on the person in front of her. The hair was the correct shade.
Oh it was him. "You could have broken that jar..." she began angrily, and then stopped. It wasn't worth the energy. It wasn't worth getting so upset over. The Jar was fine, the salve with in was fine.
A bad attitude would certainly taint the beauty of the day. " Sorry I snapped at you." she began, trying to diffuse her own anger. "So, what's your name? I'm Lymsleia." she began trying to introduce herself politely.
It wasn't numbweed, though it was special mix, and that man was in such a rush. He'd appologised, hurriedly but that wasn't enough. That wasn't enough at all, and just who was he? It wasn't a face she recognized- at least not right away.
The day was beautiful. Lymsleia had slowed her walk, and allowed herself to be distracted, by the sound of the wind, the smell of the healing, herbs and salves, the scent of the vineyards- Escherlov worked there and it made her smile. Step step... She paused eyeing the retreating young man, with curious confidence. Most men didn't move like that. "Ecuse me!" she called out, walking after him, "Have you seen a---" she stopped talking as her eyes came to focus on the person in front of her. The hair was the correct shade.
Oh it was him. "You could have broken that jar..." she began angrily, and then stopped. It wasn't worth the energy. It wasn't worth getting so upset over. The Jar was fine, the salve with in was fine.
A bad attitude would certainly taint the beauty of the day. " Sorry I snapped at you." she began, trying to diffuse her own anger. "So, what's your name? I'm Lymsleia." she began trying to introduce herself politely.
