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Location: The Ruins, SL Date: 5 October Weather: Clear, cool Time: Afternoon |
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(303) Open to anyone! Siv is visibly pregnant at this point.
Though the storm had broken and abated, there was nothing that could change its wrath. Siv took in the sight of it each time she left her home; a tree had collapsed not twenty feet from where she lived, and beyond that were the mass of branches and debris left in its wake. She thought to order Gale to clean the area around her home, but decided against it (for now). He had been given a frightful scare and she was too busy worrying about the newest problem.
Itachi’s two children had been taken under wing, so-to-speak, as Siv acted as nursemaid. She was thankful her milk had begun producing early. This did, however, mean she needed to take even better care of herself. When the life in her womb finally came, she would have more than just two mouths to worry about. It pleased her that a decent supply of food was stored in her home, though she would be sharing it between herself and the slaves for the time being. What she needed were herbal medicines, though Siv was quick to realize that the garden would likely be untouchable until spring. Given the damage here, she imagined it equally bad elsewhere.
Instead she went looking around the forest that surrounded her home. She was familiar with what grew where, having mentally marked each location that she recognized. Odessa had certainly increased her knowledge some, but Siv was well-versed in simple folk-medicine. She looked for various plants and found most of them destroyed—only hardy ones would have survived, or those lucky in their location. It would mean trouble if they had not been a pack of traders. Siv wondered how the other packs had faired but in a vague, uncaring sort of way. Salsola would always come first…after herself, of course.
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