17th of Ashan
It was a blessing that the light had finally returned to the sky with the advent of Ashan. It was still chilly and patches of snow clung to the ground but at the very least the shadows of the moon had abated for the arc.
Rose wasn’t really sure why she kept volunteering to be the one to go outside the city and into the Lori. Perhaps she did it more than many of the healers at the Medicine House but she never strayed far from Desnind. It wasn’t as if she had to journey a great distance to collect herbs. Regardless, she was on the outskirts of the city in the trees once again with her teeth chattering and the weight of her bow tugging at her shoulders.
“An animal attack you said?” The redhead asked incredulously, turning to face two women standing beside her. One was the very familiar and very irritable face of Mish’oa, a local medicine woman who often worked with Rose. The two women had never seen eye to eye on much anything but Mish’oa was at least reliable and Rose strangely trusted the middle aged Sev’ryn healer.
“Yes, attack.” Mish’oa replied. “Just animal who stray too far.” The dark haired woman added dismissively in broken Common.
At that moment another voice interjected hotly.
“I beg your pardon but that was not just some animal who wandered into the city! Something was wrong with it, from what the victim said, the beast was ill.” The second woman added. She was roughly Mish’oa’s age although she was clearly human and had long blonde hair that was bound into a thick braid. The woman wore a dark brown dress embroidered with leaves along the trim. She was Rue Westfield, the head physician at the Order of the Adunih outpost in town. Many people knew her face although few trusted the Order over the local healers of the Olọravu Slosneppe.
However it was the Order of the Adunih and Rue that had asked that someone look into this matter of animal attacks since it appeared from eye witness accounts that the animals were strangely ill. Rose had volunteered to represent the local healers at the Medicine house and a call had gone out to anyone else in the village that was willing to help with the investigation.
Rose sighed heavily when the two women began to argue. The young healer shouldered her medical bag and straightened the quiver of arrows affixed to her hip. She wore a light set of leather armor beneath a long sleeved green over-dress that reached her knees, along with leather boots and a sensible pair of wool pants.
The gloom of the Makubwa Lori lay ahead of her and the safety of Desnind behind her. While the two older women debated the need for this expedition, Rose waited for others to hopefully join them. Mish’oa and Rue would be staying behind in the city, so Rose knew there was a slight chance that she might be doing this alone.
Silently, she hoped that was not the case.
Rose wasn’t really sure why she kept volunteering to be the one to go outside the city and into the Lori. Perhaps she did it more than many of the healers at the Medicine House but she never strayed far from Desnind. It wasn’t as if she had to journey a great distance to collect herbs. Regardless, she was on the outskirts of the city in the trees once again with her teeth chattering and the weight of her bow tugging at her shoulders.
“An animal attack you said?” The redhead asked incredulously, turning to face two women standing beside her. One was the very familiar and very irritable face of Mish’oa, a local medicine woman who often worked with Rose. The two women had never seen eye to eye on much anything but Mish’oa was at least reliable and Rose strangely trusted the middle aged Sev’ryn healer.
“Yes, attack.” Mish’oa replied. “Just animal who stray too far.” The dark haired woman added dismissively in broken Common.
At that moment another voice interjected hotly.
“I beg your pardon but that was not just some animal who wandered into the city! Something was wrong with it, from what the victim said, the beast was ill.” The second woman added. She was roughly Mish’oa’s age although she was clearly human and had long blonde hair that was bound into a thick braid. The woman wore a dark brown dress embroidered with leaves along the trim. She was Rue Westfield, the head physician at the Order of the Adunih outpost in town. Many people knew her face although few trusted the Order over the local healers of the Olọravu Slosneppe.
However it was the Order of the Adunih and Rue that had asked that someone look into this matter of animal attacks since it appeared from eye witness accounts that the animals were strangely ill. Rose had volunteered to represent the local healers at the Medicine house and a call had gone out to anyone else in the village that was willing to help with the investigation.
Rose sighed heavily when the two women began to argue. The young healer shouldered her medical bag and straightened the quiver of arrows affixed to her hip. She wore a light set of leather armor beneath a long sleeved green over-dress that reached her knees, along with leather boots and a sensible pair of wool pants.
The gloom of the Makubwa Lori lay ahead of her and the safety of Desnind behind her. While the two older women debated the need for this expedition, Rose waited for others to hopefully join them. Mish’oa and Rue would be staying behind in the city, so Rose knew there was a slight chance that she might be doing this alone.
Silently, she hoped that was not the case.
