Daisy, Daisy

Isla this won't hurt a bit When Isla wasn't in the infirmary it seemed she was always out forraging for things that might be used in it. The medic never stopped these days, and while that was far from an uncommon situation for her, it was beginning to take its toll. She just wished the herbs and plants here made sense, or were at the very least remotely familiar to that which she was used to back in Northaven. Here she wasn't sure if something would cure nausea or induce it, would soothe a fever or spike it, and therein lay the difficulty. Without someone to test it upon (a terrifying prospect) or knowledge to draw upon, she was basically navigating blind. Straightening up with a few snipped flowerheads in hand (they were terrible for medicine but she had discovered they made quite a lovely tea), Isla squinted into the Leafchange sunlight and tilted her head. She hadn't been out to this part of the Fields before, and she swore she could make out... a cottage. With a garden? Blinking to make sure the structure didn't simply disappear like a mirage, Isla let out a soft 'oh' and subconsciously found herself walking towards it. This was the first habitable place she thought she'd found apart from the Sanctuary.

Georgia like wildflowers you must allow yourself to grow in all the places people thought you never would Tending the garden kept Georgia busy through most of the morning. Plants needed to be watered, weeds needed to be pulled so they wouldn't crowd and suffocate the useful plants, certain things needed to be harvested before their effectiveness was diminished, and clippings needed to be taken so she could get new plants started to carry through to the next year. It was soothing work that kept her busy for hours at a time, but the downfall to that was that she rarely ventured far from the little cottage and its garden. The only time that ever happened was when she went out to forage in the wilds for things she had not grown. Once her morning routine of tending the garden was completed the next part of Georgia's day consisted of hanging herbs and flowers to dry so that they could be ground down at a later time. But it didn't stop there. She always had dried herbs that were ready to be ground, bottled, and put away for use at a later time. The sound of the mortar and pestle grinding together was a sound that the red head had come to enjoy and she often found herself humming quietly as she worked. Her concentration usually remained focused soley on the task at hand, so it wasn't unusual for her to lose track of the time. It was unusual for her to stop and look out of the window, but that was exactly what she did. Her movement stopped and silence fell over the small cottage as she watched a woman venture out of the treeline and toward her cottage. The last time she'd had a visitor had been Tristan when he'd fallen into her garden and smashed some of her flowers to bits. Georgia stepped away from the table where she had been working and headed out to greet the stranger. Once outside she lifted her arm to shield her eyes from the sunlight. "Hello!" She called out, waving to the other woman. "Can I help you?" "."

Isla this won't hurt a bit The garden was beautiful and Isla's smile grew as her gaze danced over the flowers, plants and herbs. Some of them she recognised even at this distance, but they were few and far between in this new and foreign place. She was admiring some of the brighter colours, still meandering closer, when all at once the door opened and a woman appeared, her arm waving in an arc towards the healer. Almost automatically, she shot a smile in return and waved as well, her footsteps slowing as she reached the very edges of the garden. "Hello," she called politely. "I don't quite know... what is this place? I was forraging for herbs and other useful plants, but I've never seen a garden quite like this. I didn't mean to bother you, if you're busy."