A little healing magic

Saul Stormbringer · 05-29-2012, 05:01 PM

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Saul moved around the house, searching through his medicine bag and the cupboards he'd begun to use for such purposes. Now that they had settled down properly, Saul thought about building a garden that would contain a lot of the more commonly used plants. He had yet to properly explore Vinátta's grounds properly and he could not yet gauge the extent of the naturally growing plants. He'd bought his little battered witchhazel plant- carted around from place to place. He was hoping it would flourish here, but he had yet to find a place where it could settle. Niernan's knees brushing the floor caused him to glance around just as he attempted to place the bird on the floor. It gave a squark, flapping its wings before Niernan could pin them to her side. His cousins question was assessed in a moment and he nodded.

Flip her over so she's on her back and spread the wing you think was pierced. He asked, stooping down to lay some supplies on the mat. His scissors were a prized possession, as well as the rolled bandages and the witchhazel oil that would act as an antiseptic. Once Niernan had manipulated the pheasant, Saul lowered himself to the floor on his stomach. It was an uncomfortable position, but it was easier to get to the bird. Using the closed end of the scissors, Saul moved towards the birds breast, parting the feathers where slick blood had matted the feathers. He glanced back, spotting the small dish of water he'd made and dipping a small patch of gauze into the water. He squeezed the majority out before dragging the gauze patch across the birds chest and began the process of clearing away the blood so he could see what was happening.

Would this be Grace from Anathema? He asked, voice holding slight interest although green eyes remained firmly on the bird. He'd managed to clear away most of the blood on the birds breast, using the closed point of the scissors to part any feathers in his way. He could see a cut now and he was relieved to see that it was only a moderate puncture wound. Glancing up at Niernan once as if to prepare him for what was to happen, before soaking another strip of gauze in witchhazel oil and swiping it across the wound a good few times, covering the skin in the antiseptic oil.

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