Sorrel We’ve been dreaming but who can deny, It’s the best way of living, Between the truth and the lie. It had been nearly two weeks since finding herself in this strange, new world, but Sorrel was finally beginning to think that maybe she could one day feel at home. After being led to civilisation (barely) with Adam’s help (again, barely), she’d managed to find shelter in what looked like it had once been a pleasant little cottage. Dilapidated but not beyond repair, and the presence of a house nearby covered in flowery murals had seemed like an auspicious sign. She’d crept in and been pleasantly surprised to find it retained a small, dusty bed and apparently functional fireplace; slept like the dead, and felt radiantly alive by morning. Much as she preferred to avoid it, she knew when tidying and a bit of manual labour needed to be done. So she...did her best. Cleared what dirt and rubble she could, tried to make it look merely ‘lived-in’ rather than ‘decrepit’. And after a few days of work it was livable. A space in which one could breathe without succumbing to a hacking, coughing fit. Sorrel even found a few twisty, curling flowers growing through cracks in what had presumably been a kitchen, and cut them, placed them in a small pot for colour. Petals pretty and delicate, and most certainly likely to be useful for her studies of this world’s flora. Inspection revealed lots of these little things, as well as what were presumably weeds, threading themselves throughout and around the cottage. They peppered the stone front of the building, rose in a spray towards the window. Sorrel missed flowers. Her flowers. Flowers she knew, could use and bend to her needs. Here, in this strange place, flowers were a stranger. A strange something to be puzzled out. So when she woke, slid like a root into the crack of morning, she set to work. She made her way outside, where the early light was right for inspection, and pressed her face close to the petals across the stone. After a time, she drew a stick of charcoal from her skirts pocket, and began sketching shakily in the pressed parchment of her herb book. The book and her pouch of vials were all that had followed her through to Caido, and she wanted to set about refilling them as soon as possible. Add new knowledge to what was no longer relevant here. So, she drew the pretty flowers that kept creeping into the cracks of her new home. Considered the possibilities of their uses based on what similarity they bore - if any - to the flowers of her old world. Maybe good for pain in the joints, she mused, drawing one twisting stem, then another. Or maybe merely purgative. Anything that doesn't have another medical use usually is. The street around her faded into nothing as she worked and in the silence, and despite the absence of anyone, the feeling she was home seemed to only grow. Absorbed in her task, and comfortably blind to the world around her, Sorrel drew. |
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Age: 38 | Height: 5'9 | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Level: 0 - Strg: 8 - Dext: 10 - Endr: 7 - Luck: 10 - Int:
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the Evergreen
Warden of Halo / Apothecarist
Age: 34 | Height: 5'5 | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Halo Level: 8 - Strg: 18 - Dext: 20 - Endr: 30 - Luck: 30 - Int: MICAH - Regular - Tide Jaguar
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03-19-2019, 03:38 PM
EVIE I want your midnights It had never occurred to Evie that this charade of hers might not last forever. She was a fairly accomplished liar, how hard would it be to continue to convince the world that she was in fact a very accomplished apothecarist? Nevermind that she hardly knew a thing about botany, with her magic actually doing the majority of the work, surely' she'd never actually be questioned. What did it matter if the roots she was waving around as heal-alls were nothing more than dead branches, when they could do marvelous things in Evie's hands?Further, who would believe the golden Wordsworth twin was something as horrible as an abandoned, anyways? All that to say Evie was certainly not paying attention as she walked down the street, the basket of random plants and flowers hung carelessly over her arm. It was because of this that she was entirely unaware of Sorrel's position, thus explaining how it came to be that she tripped clumsily over the woman's feet, falling with a clatter to the cobblestone. "Ow!" The copper-haired girl instinctively whined. Having braced herself with her hands, her palms were littered with small flecks of stone which had drawn pinpricks of blood. She'd skinned a knee too, but at the moment her stinging hands were her primary concern. "Wha—" She mumbled, rolling into a sitting position and looking up harshly towards Sorrel as if to judge whether or not the woman deserved any blame for Evie's untimely tumble. Age: 38 | Height: 5'9 | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Level: 0 - Strg: 8 - Dext: 10 - Endr: 7 - Luck: 10 - Int:
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03-20-2019, 09:26 PM
the Evergreen
Warden of Halo / Apothecarist
Age: 34 | Height: 5'5 | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Halo Level: 8 - Strg: 18 - Dext: 20 - Endr: 30 - Luck: 30 - Int: MICAH - Regular - Tide Jaguar
Played by: Brit
Change author: Posts: 1,229 | Total: 6,300 MP: 9667 EVIE I want your midnights For a moment the younger girl merely regarded the older woman, wondering whether to bristle or laugh it off. Years of an ingrained pessimism about society and her parents's constant reaching for superiority suggested she ought to do the former. To snap and sneer and say something about stuck-out legs and common courtesy. But gods she was tired, and so with a roll of her eyes, she did indeed chuckle."Well had I known I was being judged I might have added a bit more flare on the way down." She replied, watching without interest as Sorrel scooped up the plants. Presumably she should have said something like be careful! or those are valuable! but of course they were just for show. Bent, broken, scuffed, damaged, it didn't really matter. "Do I lose points if I say yes?" The younger replied, stretching out a hand and letting Sorrel help her back to her feet. With a soft huff under her breath, Evie dusted off her knees and the back of her thighs before looking with a frown towards her overturned basket. "Well, that's a bit of a waste now." She observed, running the back of her hand across her forehead and subsequently smearing it slightly with dirt. Age: 38 | Height: 5'9 | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Level: 0 - Strg: 8 - Dext: 10 - Endr: 7 - Luck: 10 - Int:
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