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Backdated to whenever Firefly was in PV. LOL
The 'herbs' had done their job. Firefly had actualy bled, which had relieved her. The daughter of her co-leader hadn't actually been pregnant. Her symptoms and enlarging belly and nipples had all been psychosomatic. Her uterus was still small, unswollen. Her nipples had not leaked pre-milk. There had been no movement. yet firefly had been convinced she was pregnant, so Deuce, unknown to either Da'Vinci or Haku, had given Firefly different herbs than the ones she'd shown the hybrid boy.
She'd given the green-eyed female rose-hips, chamomile, and licorice to make it bitter. But none of that would have caused the bleeding. Deuce had gone back to the human library and found books on the worlings of the human mind. It wasn't about wolves, nor werewolves, but it was the closest she could get. Alongside of her, she had a medical dictionary, and a regular dictonary, in order to better understand some of what she read.
After reading for hours, she laid aside the books, sighing. She was no closer to understanding why Firefly had thought she was pregnant than before. She glanced to the sky. The sun's postition told her that it was time to go check on her patient anyways. She slipped on her pack, putting some dried jerky into it. If she saw one, maybe she'd catch a hare or rabbit on the way. The cabin where she housed her patients was on the further side of the territory. And that was okay. Walking was good for the shaman.
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She paused outside of the cabin, knocking on the door politely. Firefly was her only patient right now, nd Da'vinci and Haku had left already. "Firefly, it's me. I brought food."
