Panacea
Panacea's eyebrows hit her hairline and her jaw drops open. Flora has just casually plopped more clothes on her table than she actually owns. She sees all different colors, textures and designs. She is overwhelmed with the options and her mind races with the possibilities. She would like to stick close to theme, just to not piss anyone off, but she also is someone who doesn't enjoyed being told what to do. Where do I even start? She thinks to herself.
Panacea first reaches for the mask. "This is absolutely beautiful, thank you." She reaches out to the pile in front of her. "I think I may take a page out of you and your friend's book and have some fun with it.". Smiling Panacea starts to dig through the pile, grabbing some of the small shells, and some of the shimmering cloth. "What do you think of me sticking to the beach theme? I have an old thinned out fishing net that I can drape over the cloak. And I could add some shells to it. I could put some of this gold and glittering cloth under it to mimic sand, along with some around the mask with more shells?" Panacea knows that she is not the most creative. Most of her imagination has science behind it, or involves figuring out how to make her medicines more palatable.
Panacea gestures for Flora to stay where she is and hurries outside. She finds the only fishing net that she rarely uses sitting in a small pile off to the side of her home, grabs it and brings it inside. She lays her cloak on the floor, and drapes some of the net across the chest and down one side. She tucks small pieces of the glittering cloth underneath and, scatters a few small shells along it. She then moves over to the mask that is still on the table. She lines one corner of the mask with some of the glittering cloth and two small shells in a way, so that when both mask and cloak are on, the extra material are on opposing sides of her body.
She looks to Flora and asks "What do you think?"
Panacea first reaches for the mask. "This is absolutely beautiful, thank you." She reaches out to the pile in front of her. "I think I may take a page out of you and your friend's book and have some fun with it.". Smiling Panacea starts to dig through the pile, grabbing some of the small shells, and some of the shimmering cloth. "What do you think of me sticking to the beach theme? I have an old thinned out fishing net that I can drape over the cloak. And I could add some shells to it. I could put some of this gold and glittering cloth under it to mimic sand, along with some around the mask with more shells?" Panacea knows that she is not the most creative. Most of her imagination has science behind it, or involves figuring out how to make her medicines more palatable.
Panacea gestures for Flora to stay where she is and hurries outside. She finds the only fishing net that she rarely uses sitting in a small pile off to the side of her home, grabs it and brings it inside. She lays her cloak on the floor, and drapes some of the net across the chest and down one side. She tucks small pieces of the glittering cloth underneath and, scatters a few small shells along it. She then moves over to the mask that is still on the table. She lines one corner of the mask with some of the glittering cloth and two small shells in a way, so that when both mask and cloak are on, the extra material are on opposing sides of her body.
She looks to Flora and asks "What do you think?"
// 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 //
