The rest of the herbs followed in short succession, until Kala had several small piles set out in front of her, and her cutting board was smeared with green plant blood. Wiping her hands off on her apron, Kala moved to prepare the oil infusion, retrieving a large, heavy jug of golden oil and a large jar. Placing them both on the counter, Kala scooped up the herbs, flowers and roots, and carefully deposited them into the bottom of the jar. Next she uncorked the jug and hefted it, grunting slightly at the heavy weight. Slowly and with as much care as she could manage, Kala began to pour the oil over the herb mixture below, stopping when the oil covered all of the herbs by a good amount.
Setting the jug back down Kala pulled out a draw to her right, riffling through the utensils inside until she found a wooden spoon with a long handle, which she used to mix the herb and oil together, the oil already beginning to take a pale green tint. Oil Infusions were one of the most tedious processes for Kala, as they took so long to infuse. There were quicker methods, but those generally involved keeping the oil mixture at a steady heat for a long amount of time, which was almost impossible when all you had to deal with was a small fireplace. So, instead Kala defaulted to the easiest but longest method, which involved letting the herbs sit and steep for days and days on end, even taking the whole of some of the shorter seasons before it was ready.
Once the mixture was combined well, Kala pressed the cork cap securely back into place before stowing it away in a dark cupboard, the jug of oil following shortly behind it. Peeking into the dark depths of the same cupboard, Kala reached into the back, pulling forward a dusty jar, it's contents thick and dark. It was the same as the one she had just prepared, the only difference between the two was that this one had been left to sit in the cool dark cupboard for a good chunk of the season.
Satisfied that it was ready for use, Kala pulled it out, setting it down on the counter. Moving back to the draws, Kala retrieved a loosely woven cotton square and a shallow pot to be used over the small fire crackling away in the fireplace. Back at her counter, Kala uncorked the jar with a grunt, instantly releasing the strong and pleasant scent of herbs and medicine. Picking up the cloth, she stretched it over the open top of the jar, holding it tightly in place as she picked it up. Holding it over the pot, she adjusted her grip and carefully but quickly flipped the jar, holding it upside down over the pot and keeping the cloth securely in place as the oil began to drain through, the chunks of herbs and flowers held back by the cotton cloth.
Once the oil had begun to run slower, and eventually drip sluggishly, Kala loosened the cloth around the opening of the jar, allowing it to sag and gather the herbs in it. Holding the cloth carefully to avoid dropping any of the herbs into the pot below, Kala set the jar aside and twisted the cottons ends, making a little pouch of herbs, still dripping slightly. Making sure that everything was securely twisted closed she gave the bundle a fierce squeeze, the oil still inside bubbling out past her fingers and flowing down into the pot. Repeating this a number of times, Kala only stopped when no more oil could be squeezed out, leaving nothing but a cotton covered ball of sodden herbs.