Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
01.Oct.12, 08:20 PM
Aparicus had learned long ago that with her poorly healed fingers many tasks could prove to be a little more difficult than others. Her grip was not as strong as most people because of her once-broken fingers either so when it came to harvesting roots in her little spice garden, she had made a habit of bringing a knife with her. She’d dig around the part of the root she wanted, then cut it out of the hole rather than pulling it out like her teacher had been able to long ago.
It was one of the ginger plants she was harvesting today as the kitchens had gotten low on the spice and while not often used, one or two roots went a long way. It was meant to be a quick task that she could do before heading back to the lake for her assigned chore of fishing. THAT was another task difficult for her hands. She’d grown up near the coast in her little cothold, but it didn’t make it any easier to hold a knife to clean the fish she’d caught, or to bait her hook when her fingers didn’t always bend as needed.
Her task fishing would have to be put on hold, however, as she cried out. She’d had a root in her lap that she had been cutting off the unneeded little roots to keep just the bulb when the knife slipped. Apparently the kitchens had recently sharpened their knives because it cut too easily through her skirt to leave a small crimson trail along her thigh, just above her knee. Pressing her lips firmly together against the pain, she stood and stumbled over to a nearby watering bucket. Shards, it hurt!
Finding a handkerchief in her pocket, she dipped it in the water before hiking up one side of her long skirt and washed the cut clean despite the tears that now blurred her vision. Once she was sure she could see the cut clearly, she frowned. It was deep… How sharp did they need a knife! Honestly! Chewing her lip she debated with herself. She could wrap it and hope that the bleeding stopped… but she’d seen enough cuts to know that while this one was short, it could very well need stitches to help it heal. She hadn’t needle on her, nor did she know if some of Jisralna’s thread would be appropriate for a cut.
She’d need to go to the healers for proper supplies. Proper supplies and to be talked through doing it herself. After two turns rooming with Jisralna, she could still barely do a straight stitch, but she was confident enough she could at least do an adequate job here to help it heal if there was numbweed involved. Decided, she pushed to her feet and was thankful for the first time how close the Healer’s Hall was to the Kitchens and thus the Spice Garden. She’d only need to make her way around the building and across the square.
Letting her skirts fall back into place, she carefully pressed her handkerchief to the cut and did a half bent over limp across the way. She felt ridiculous and was confident a she felt strange looks turned her way, but she ignored them. She knew enough to know it was important to not loose blood everywhere and the less blood she lost on the way the less of a fuss everyone would make over it. Hobbling into the Healer Hall, she was relieved to find Master Talian just inside. Unsure if he was busy with something or not, she hesitated before calling out to him.
“Master Talian… If you have a moment, I think I need to borrow some numbweed and stitching supplies.” Oh how her leg burned. She hoped she’d be able to sit while she did what needed to be done. Standing was painful, though at least now she wasn’t still hobbling across the way. Wiping another escaped tear away, she waited patiently. After all, healers were busy folk and if he was busy she’d have to wait anyways.
It was one of the ginger plants she was harvesting today as the kitchens had gotten low on the spice and while not often used, one or two roots went a long way. It was meant to be a quick task that she could do before heading back to the lake for her assigned chore of fishing. THAT was another task difficult for her hands. She’d grown up near the coast in her little cothold, but it didn’t make it any easier to hold a knife to clean the fish she’d caught, or to bait her hook when her fingers didn’t always bend as needed.
Her task fishing would have to be put on hold, however, as she cried out. She’d had a root in her lap that she had been cutting off the unneeded little roots to keep just the bulb when the knife slipped. Apparently the kitchens had recently sharpened their knives because it cut too easily through her skirt to leave a small crimson trail along her thigh, just above her knee. Pressing her lips firmly together against the pain, she stood and stumbled over to a nearby watering bucket. Shards, it hurt!
Finding a handkerchief in her pocket, she dipped it in the water before hiking up one side of her long skirt and washed the cut clean despite the tears that now blurred her vision. Once she was sure she could see the cut clearly, she frowned. It was deep… How sharp did they need a knife! Honestly! Chewing her lip she debated with herself. She could wrap it and hope that the bleeding stopped… but she’d seen enough cuts to know that while this one was short, it could very well need stitches to help it heal. She hadn’t needle on her, nor did she know if some of Jisralna’s thread would be appropriate for a cut.
She’d need to go to the healers for proper supplies. Proper supplies and to be talked through doing it herself. After two turns rooming with Jisralna, she could still barely do a straight stitch, but she was confident enough she could at least do an adequate job here to help it heal if there was numbweed involved. Decided, she pushed to her feet and was thankful for the first time how close the Healer’s Hall was to the Kitchens and thus the Spice Garden. She’d only need to make her way around the building and across the square.
Letting her skirts fall back into place, she carefully pressed her handkerchief to the cut and did a half bent over limp across the way. She felt ridiculous and was confident a she felt strange looks turned her way, but she ignored them. She knew enough to know it was important to not loose blood everywhere and the less blood she lost on the way the less of a fuss everyone would make over it. Hobbling into the Healer Hall, she was relieved to find Master Talian just inside. Unsure if he was busy with something or not, she hesitated before calling out to him.
“Master Talian… If you have a moment, I think I need to borrow some numbweed and stitching supplies.” Oh how her leg burned. She hoped she’d be able to sit while she did what needed to be done. Standing was painful, though at least now she wasn’t still hobbling across the way. Wiping another escaped tear away, she waited patiently. After all, healers were busy folk and if he was busy she’d have to wait anyways.
