04-22-2009, 02:57 PM
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| http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv28 ... /raven.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: bottom; border:1px solid black;"> All welcome - only one participant please! Word Count: 360 The leather pouch at his waist bulged as he bent down again, his feet knee-deep in the water. He'd never really given the large stream that ran through all of their lands any name, although apparently it was called "Mersey River". Someone had spoken about it, naming it that - although he didn't remember who it had been. If the word had a meaning the man didn't know what it was, but he happily accepted the name. Now he didn't have to think of something fitting himself. Nimble fingers found what he was looking for amongst the sprouting vegetation by his feet. A specific herb, growing only by rivers or in fens - it had many uses. Mostly it could relieve pains of the throat or any other mucous membrane, especially itching, but it could also kill fungus infections and be helpful for the pregnant. The last thing on the list he'd figured out when Mischka had been pregnant with Aiyanna - her pains in certain areas had known no boundaries, it seemed. He'd tried the herb, knowing it wasn't harmful for the litter, and apparently it had soothed other minor pains as well. What a useful little thing it was, an almost flowerless plant (the flowers were small, and could only be seen briefly throughout the plant's lifetime), as hard to find as it was a necessary component in his medicine pouch. He had hoped to find it, and he'd been surprised - it grew in very healthy numbers already, and no doubt it would continue to multiply healthily throughout the summertime. Smiling, Dawali got up again, and placed his hands on the small of his back, stretching it. He'd been standing bent over for too long. A solid sigh of relief could be heard from him as he stood there and enjoyed not straining his back or knees. Today's work would be over soon enough - he could continue tomorrow. The herbs weren't going anywhere anyways. Wading out of the shallow river-part he'd been standing in, the man squinted up towards the sun. All in all it was a good day, even if his back was killing him. |