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15.Oct.12, 01:55 AM
Watching Talian accept the pot of hot water before moving it to above the small fire place in the room and steeping herbs, she sniffed experimentally, wondering if she could identify the plants he used. Mixed together, however, it proved more challenging than she expected. Of course, she normally dealt with spices not the medicinal herbs of the healing craft and while they were prone to overlap, it didn’t always happen. To Talian’s advantage, however, it had a pleasant smell and Aparicus did enjoy tea during the colder months.
With the cup comfortably desposited on the table, Apari did need to slide off the bed to take a single limping step in order to reach it. Once in hand, she sat back down and took a single small sip of it. It wasn’t nearly as bad as some medicinal drinks she’d been given for colds and while it could use a bit of honey she’d have no problems drinking it down. “Will this make the need for stitches no longer necessary? Because that would make me feel much better.” She said before taking another, slightly larger sip now that she knew she’d not burn herself.
The third sip she took brought her to the half mark of the cup and this one she closed her eyes for a brief moment to enjoy the flavor of the tea on her tongue before swallowing it. She wasn’t sure if it was the warmth going down her throat or the herbs working their magic, but she was starting to relax. Opening her eyes again, she found that the doctor hadn’t moved yet and that was just as reassuring. Realizing he might not be answering her until she’d finish drinking as she was told, two more swallows quickly followed leaving only one in the cup.
“Ever’one sayies…” Pausing as her tongue slurred her words, she lifted a hand to her lips before finishing the last swallow, hoping the warm liquid would stop whatever had just happened. “Ever’one sayies Healer’s drins… drints… drinks tastes terra-bull… Whaths wrong?” she asked, clearly confused by her slurring speech. It was as if her tongue no longer to wanted to work properly. Aparicus was a slight woman and while she’d never had any desire to drink the foul liquids that other’s enjoyed to get drunk, she also knew that if she did it would probably affect her twice as quickly being half the size of most people. It now sounded as if she’d had a shot of quikal or a glass of wine.
And yet… she knew she should be terrified. Something had gone terribly wrong with the tea! This wasn’t helping her knee at all, yet she couldn’t bring herself to bundle up her nerves in panic. The cup was set down almost shakily right on the bed next to her as she now supported herself with that hand and lifted her free one to her head. Even the world seemed… wrong… as if she was just waking up in the middle of the night. Or perhaps more like as if she’d not slept well in days and sleep was finally trying to catch up to her. Her body seemed slow and unresponsive and even the edges of her vision seemed to be blurring slightly as she shook her head slowly. As enjoyable as the cup of tea had been… she was confident this was NOT what the healer had meant would make her feel better.
With the cup comfortably desposited on the table, Apari did need to slide off the bed to take a single limping step in order to reach it. Once in hand, she sat back down and took a single small sip of it. It wasn’t nearly as bad as some medicinal drinks she’d been given for colds and while it could use a bit of honey she’d have no problems drinking it down. “Will this make the need for stitches no longer necessary? Because that would make me feel much better.” She said before taking another, slightly larger sip now that she knew she’d not burn herself.
The third sip she took brought her to the half mark of the cup and this one she closed her eyes for a brief moment to enjoy the flavor of the tea on her tongue before swallowing it. She wasn’t sure if it was the warmth going down her throat or the herbs working their magic, but she was starting to relax. Opening her eyes again, she found that the doctor hadn’t moved yet and that was just as reassuring. Realizing he might not be answering her until she’d finish drinking as she was told, two more swallows quickly followed leaving only one in the cup.
“Ever’one sayies…” Pausing as her tongue slurred her words, she lifted a hand to her lips before finishing the last swallow, hoping the warm liquid would stop whatever had just happened. “Ever’one sayies Healer’s drins… drints… drinks tastes terra-bull… Whaths wrong?” she asked, clearly confused by her slurring speech. It was as if her tongue no longer to wanted to work properly. Aparicus was a slight woman and while she’d never had any desire to drink the foul liquids that other’s enjoyed to get drunk, she also knew that if she did it would probably affect her twice as quickly being half the size of most people. It now sounded as if she’d had a shot of quikal or a glass of wine.
And yet… she knew she should be terrified. Something had gone terribly wrong with the tea! This wasn’t helping her knee at all, yet she couldn’t bring herself to bundle up her nerves in panic. The cup was set down almost shakily right on the bed next to her as she now supported herself with that hand and lifted her free one to her head. Even the world seemed… wrong… as if she was just waking up in the middle of the night. Or perhaps more like as if she’d not slept well in days and sleep was finally trying to catch up to her. Her body seemed slow and unresponsive and even the edges of her vision seemed to be blurring slightly as she shook her head slowly. As enjoyable as the cup of tea had been… she was confident this was NOT what the healer had meant would make her feel better.
