31st Summer 512 AV
It had been a decent amount of time since he had healed Gianne and then escorted her back here to the Sanctuary. She was a groomer here it seemed, one of the many new faces that Sanctuary needed in order to rebuild and renew itself. People seemed to be coming in all the time, and that was good it was refreshing to have new blood every now and then to keep everyone sharp and focused. He knew he had stirred things up a good amount on his arrival here. But he was also needed, he was skilled in medicine as well as philtering. He was also another healer for the Sanctuary to use. He also believed he was one of the few that was formally trained in the art of healing. But he still had so much to learn, like healing animals, it seemed like Kavala had that down to an art form here. Which was great because it allowed him to learn something he never thought about before now.
There were all kinds of staff here at the Sanctuary. He was more interested in medicine as well as experimentation with different plants; a herbalist and healer. Not that he didn’t care for animals; he just didn’t know that much about them and the closest he ever got to one was his horse Hasmere. But he knew how to handle the animal only roughly, he really knew little else about him. Which again was something he would have to fix eventually and planned to with the help of Kavala. But right now he was focused on other things; like the health of Gianne.
He had done what he could yesterday for her in the field and also when he brought her back here to the Sanctuary. But follow up was needed especially when canine bites were involved, but he had gotten to her by luck very quickly so he was able to sterilize her body as well as her wound. This prevented any infection, but it didn’t do too much in the way of healing. She would still be a little sore today. But he had a quick fix for that. Which was why he was in the laboratory getting ready to make some tea for the morning.
Tea to him had many uses. His favorite of which was medicinal, Lym had taught him this on Mura. All you had to do was be very careful in how you mixed things and make sure you didn’t make the mixture to bitter or to strong. There was a balance here one had to achieve. He decided to make a green tea with a slight hint of lavender. He always enjoyed that in the mornings in Mura. He found a small iron cast pot and put some clean water in it. Setting it over the fireplace he waited for it to come to a boil before he did anything else with it.
Meanwhile he sat down in the main room on a couch and stretched some thinking through things. He never could’ve imagined himself here. But he knew that this was in a way what he was meant to do. Lym had trained him to be caring, helping and on the very front line of the action. He handled stress well and Lym had taught him how to compose himself even when there was so much going on around him. How to handle well under stress…which had paid dividends here in the Sanctuary when chaos really let loose. One never knew here when things would become absurdly busy.
A few minutes passed and he walked over to the water to see if it was boiling. There were some slow bubbles in the water indicating that it was close to the boiling point now. He went into the kitchen and found a ladle so that he could pull out some of the water and put it into large glass beakers that he would make the tea in. It was now that he forgot he had no beakers…so he went back to collect a few of them. He gathered two so that he could measure water into them along with leather gloves. He could tell from the steam now that the water was indeed boiling. Carefully with the ladle he measured out some water and filled the beakers two thirds full of boiling water.
The pot was removed from the fire so it wouldn’t boil dry, that kind of thing wasn’t good for cookware nor philtering equipment. With the vials in his hands he walked back to the lab and began his preparations. Lym had taught him much in the way of making teas and the many different mixtures one could use. He found some whole tea leaves as well as lavender. He measured out what he believed were the appropriate amounts of raw material and placed it in the two beakers so that the minerals and smell could dissolve into the mixtures gently. It was important not to overdo such things, just because something smelt good didn’t mean it was good to ingest; nor healthy to.
A few minutes passed and the beaker liquid had turned a good healthy golden color; that was where it needed to be. He pulled another larger beaker from the glassware and stretched a cheesecloth over it. He then poured the beakers through it to strain out the raw materials leaving behind the tea he had brewed. It was a green tea with lavender. Although it did have a slight punch of caffeine to it given the amount of time the leaves had seeped. But it still needed a little something…sweet. And honey would be the perfect additive. He wouldn’t need much and he better do it while the liquid was still warm, honey dissolved best into warm and very hot liquids. He strained the other beaker in and then removed the cheesecloth discarding it into the wash bin. It was still possible that it could be used again if the need arose.
He found a jar of honey and dipped a metal spoon straight into it. He knew he didn’t need to scoop any of the golden liquid up because that would make the mixture too sweet, he only wanted a hint of honey. He dipped the spoon in some and then withdrew it, letting some of the honey drip off in a golden stream before he turned the spoon up and then inserted it into the warm water. It dissolved easily as he mixed the liquid around to dissolve it some more. Mere moments passed and the liquid was finished. A wonderful thing and it smelt divine…but served a good purpose as well. With a nod he gently placed two teacups on the counter and poured measured amounts into each. Both were steaming warm but that was good.
A taste…he needed to taste a little before calling it done. So he picked up one of the cups and smelt it at first. It was definitely warm, as well as a tea. There was a slight wonderful hint of lavender in the mix that masked the honey, but the exact opposite would be true in the taste…almost. He sipped it little by little savoring it, really trying to pick out the taste before bringing it to Gianne. It wasn’t as wonderful as he had thought it would be. Not a master craft tea, but passable in the very least. The honey was a nice additive as was the lavender; whose taste could still stand to be a little stronger in his opinion. Next time he would have to create a lavender concentrate and add that in measured amounts to the tea instead of adding raw material. A note he made to try for later when there was a next time.
