Panacea
Panacea tied her small boat to the old rickety dock, pulling on the ropes to ensure it did not float away, not again, damnit. She grabbed her basket and adjusted her pants and top. Her feet felt uncomfortable in the strappy shoes she only wore when visiting Kaiholo Port. It took one measly splinter in her foot to keep her from going bare foot into the busy port ever again.
Voices and sounds from passing people tend to be jarring when Panacea first arrives, but she adjusts quickly. She has her usual stops to gather foods, and goods that she does not readily have on her little oasis. This is also the time where she builds bonds. She enjoys helping those in need, and ensuring people know who she is, what she can do, and where she can be found.
Panacea keeps her basket close, filled with all of her tinctures, balms, and ointments to be handed to those who requested them from her last trip, and for those who may need things on the spot. Small, laughing and screaming children run by startling two large horses attached to the cart nearby. The horses rear up in agitation, almost taking Panacea's head off of her shoulders. She ducks out of the way, nearly losing her yellow horned poppy ointment (she finally found where the island hid it from her, and was elated to know she could make her ointment for the old widow in town). Her sandals catch a lip in the wood, keeping her from being able to properly address the wild children. She crashes into a young woman who is walking by, and a pencil slips from her ear.
"Those damn children! I am so incredibly sorry. Are you alright? Here.". Panacea gives the woman a once over to make sure she is not visibly hurt and hands her the pencil from the ground.
Voices and sounds from passing people tend to be jarring when Panacea first arrives, but she adjusts quickly. She has her usual stops to gather foods, and goods that she does not readily have on her little oasis. This is also the time where she builds bonds. She enjoys helping those in need, and ensuring people know who she is, what she can do, and where she can be found.
Panacea keeps her basket close, filled with all of her tinctures, balms, and ointments to be handed to those who requested them from her last trip, and for those who may need things on the spot. Small, laughing and screaming children run by startling two large horses attached to the cart nearby. The horses rear up in agitation, almost taking Panacea's head off of her shoulders. She ducks out of the way, nearly losing her yellow horned poppy ointment (she finally found where the island hid it from her, and was elated to know she could make her ointment for the old widow in town). Her sandals catch a lip in the wood, keeping her from being able to properly address the wild children. She crashes into a young woman who is walking by, and a pencil slips from her ear.
"Those damn children! I am so incredibly sorry. Are you alright? Here.". Panacea gives the woman a once over to make sure she is not visibly hurt and hands her the pencil from the ground.
// He who has health, has hope. He who has hope, has everything. //
// Take a breath and let the rest come easy //
// Take a breath and let the rest come easy //
