Jigano was not the only one lost to the world. Isla came to the Glade often these days, for her explorations and her experiences in treating those who arrived at the infirmary meant that she needed to know how to resupply the meagre stocks. Herbs, she already knew, were an excellent contributor to those stocks, and the Glade had them in abundance. No, it did not have the snow-moss she used as a compress (she was considering cultivating it in and around the infirmary) or the tangleweed she battled for its numbing properties.
It did have some curious seed pods, though, that worked as a fine sedative when ground into a powder. She had entered the blaze of orange and yellow intent upon finding them, her fair hair drawn back into a loose braid, her eyes pinned onto the ground. Occasionally she would crouch, looking here and there for the pods, until all at once a lick of not colour caught her eye. Gazing up, the sight of the man with such a snowy countenance made her jump a bit in surprise, and she straightened up with a nervous laugh.
"I'm so sorry," she said. "I didn't realise you were here. I apologise, if I'm disturbing you. I... what are those, if I might ask?" Isla indicated to the odd, fiery plants he was studying.
It did have some curious seed pods, though, that worked as a fine sedative when ground into a powder. She had entered the blaze of orange and yellow intent upon finding them, her fair hair drawn back into a loose braid, her eyes pinned onto the ground. Occasionally she would crouch, looking here and there for the pods, until all at once a lick of not colour caught her eye. Gazing up, the sight of the man with such a snowy countenance made her jump a bit in surprise, and she straightened up with a nervous laugh.
"I'm so sorry," she said. "I didn't realise you were here. I apologise, if I'm disturbing you. I... what are those, if I might ask?" Isla indicated to the odd, fiery plants he was studying.
