21.Jan.12, 03:44 PM
Lymsleia had been working. Grinding herbs in a newly mad morter and pestel, that one of the stone masons had managed to craft for her. "Good Mo---" the flicker of light that passed from the windows made her pause. "Evening." she changed. "Have I been working that long?" She slipped from behind the small table and stepped towards the man.
She knew him, more by reputation, than by site. D'ren- the weyrleader. The man who had made those flight induced lust feelings stop. And slowly abate. She stepped towards him. "Sit." she said in a warm tone. "How long have you had this, and I probably do have something for it, but tell me what does it feel like?" she moved towards a shelf and pulled down a small bag, the knots tied in it were small but distinct.
Lymselia walked to where the small hearth had been meerly embers and stirred into a small fire. "Is it a pounding behind your eyes, a throbbing of the temples?" she asks in a sweet voice. A pot of water was placed over the fire. "I have a few different herbs, but I want to try and narrow this feeling down before I just start handing things over, sir." She paused as she called him, sir. Was that the correct way to address one's weyrleader?
The knots she wore were that of the rank of a Journeyman Healer, and as she steped towards him, she knelt down to pick up a second bag from another bag on the floor. "My name is Lymselia, but you can call me Lym."
OOC :Funny note of Pernese rerence, while attempting to type Morter, I wrote Moreta. :)
She knew him, more by reputation, than by site. D'ren- the weyrleader. The man who had made those flight induced lust feelings stop. And slowly abate. She stepped towards him. "Sit." she said in a warm tone. "How long have you had this, and I probably do have something for it, but tell me what does it feel like?" she moved towards a shelf and pulled down a small bag, the knots tied in it were small but distinct.
Lymselia walked to where the small hearth had been meerly embers and stirred into a small fire. "Is it a pounding behind your eyes, a throbbing of the temples?" she asks in a sweet voice. A pot of water was placed over the fire. "I have a few different herbs, but I want to try and narrow this feeling down before I just start handing things over, sir." She paused as she called him, sir. Was that the correct way to address one's weyrleader?
The knots she wore were that of the rank of a Journeyman Healer, and as she steped towards him, she knelt down to pick up a second bag from another bag on the floor. "My name is Lymselia, but you can call me Lym."
OOC :Funny note of Pernese rerence, while attempting to type Morter, I wrote Moreta. :)