Panacea
Panacea lets out a tittering of a laugh, while shaking her head. "I don't think I have heard that story before. I have to say, I don't think I mind the idea of living on a great beings back." She begins to move around her well loved home, grabbing a few items off of her table, and searching her ceiling. "I also don't think I mind the idea of playful fish having fun with those who invade their home."
Panacea makes her way to the small kitchenette that she rarely uses. She spends most of her energy and resources at her work bench, that most of her foods are prepared there as well. She keeps specific cookware for certain preparation, to mitigate cross contamination, but also to prepare foods and drinks for the occasional visitor's loved one who may be waiting patiently while Panacea works. "Your brother sounds like an interesting fellow. I do love my plants and all the wonders that they can provide, but I don't think I could wax poetic about the dandelions that pop up where I did not plant them. Or the infernal weeds that I can never seem to get rid of." She takes another look around her home. She does love what she has created, and takes great pride in it. Her heart swells at the complement. "Thank you for thinking so of my home. I am very content here."
With a smile, Panacea begins to tear apart and grind up what she has gathered. "If you enjoy the smell of my home, then hopefully you will enjoy this brew." The grindings are placed in two of the many mismatched and well loved mugs that she loves to collect (or take as payment from those of lesser means), and heads to her cauldron to pour in the warm water. "I absolutely love lavender. The smell, the color, and the calm it brings." Panacea walks towards the table with the mugs, placing one in front of Flora, watching the steam rise, carrying the wonderful aromas up and all around them. "I enjoy mixing a few of the herbs for myself and those I treat, to help cure the body, mind a heart. I added just a little Dandelion, for some vitamin fortification, and Chrysanthemum, to aid the headaches we get from those obnoxiously lost sailors." Panacea holds her mug up for a cheers, and smiles at her new friend through the dancing twin steams.
Panacea makes her way to the small kitchenette that she rarely uses. She spends most of her energy and resources at her work bench, that most of her foods are prepared there as well. She keeps specific cookware for certain preparation, to mitigate cross contamination, but also to prepare foods and drinks for the occasional visitor's loved one who may be waiting patiently while Panacea works. "Your brother sounds like an interesting fellow. I do love my plants and all the wonders that they can provide, but I don't think I could wax poetic about the dandelions that pop up where I did not plant them. Or the infernal weeds that I can never seem to get rid of." She takes another look around her home. She does love what she has created, and takes great pride in it. Her heart swells at the complement. "Thank you for thinking so of my home. I am very content here."
With a smile, Panacea begins to tear apart and grind up what she has gathered. "If you enjoy the smell of my home, then hopefully you will enjoy this brew." The grindings are placed in two of the many mismatched and well loved mugs that she loves to collect (or take as payment from those of lesser means), and heads to her cauldron to pour in the warm water. "I absolutely love lavender. The smell, the color, and the calm it brings." Panacea walks towards the table with the mugs, placing one in front of Flora, watching the steam rise, carrying the wonderful aromas up and all around them. "I enjoy mixing a few of the herbs for myself and those I treat, to help cure the body, mind a heart. I added just a little Dandelion, for some vitamin fortification, and Chrysanthemum, to aid the headaches we get from those obnoxiously lost sailors." Panacea holds her mug up for a cheers, and smiles at her new friend through the dancing twin steams.
// 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 //
