Odessa sat outside her temporary home. As usual her journal sat in her lap, the page already half filled with her delicate scribbles, as were the several others before. The medical book for canines and the plants of nova scotia books lay on the floor beside her. It was early afternoon, Odessa had caught dinner in the morning, cooked and prepared it, then exersized Keshi and finally returned home to eat her dinner. The mottled medic had also travelled to the garden and picked a small sample of Indian Tobacco, merely to test the effects of it. It had indeed provided a relaxing high, perfect for Odessa's afternoon writing session.
The medic girl glanced up from her writing, silently surveying the area for anyone else. So far she was alone, not that she minded. If she was alone she was happy, and if she was in company she was alos content. Pumpkin bronze eyes fell back to the delicate writings at her lap, she picked up the pencil again, scribbling musings of the apperance of the Valerian plants she planted a few days ago. Odessa aspired to fill it, and perhaps several others, with all her knowledge about what grew in the garden, whether it be medicinal or for use scenting members as they leave.
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