Date: 5 Fall, 512 Asha stepped quietly into Nature’s Nurture and looked around hesitantly. Syna had just risen to kiss the tranquil treetop city with golden rays and only a few early risers strolled the walkways. The female Jamoura tapped a finger on her chin in thought, a basket woven of fibrous grasses hanging off an arm. Only chimes earlier when she had arrived at Rak’keli’s Shrine for her gardening duties Kesha had thrust the basket into her arms and instructed her to take it to Nature’s Nurture and resupply the doctors there. The basket held herb bundles tied gently with twine; herbs meant mainly for medicinal purposes and a few that would feed the patients with healthy soups. “Um….. is anyone around?” Asha called gently. The main hallway of the clinic was surprisingly empty of employees. Perhaps they were all busy though Asha dared not call louder and risk bothering patients. The nervous Jamoura feared she would get a tongue-lashing if she did as some healers were fiercely protective of their patients. Asha resigned herself to a bit of waiting. The Jamoura had patience a plenty and looked down to delicately stroke the herbs in her basket with a finger. She recognized a bundle of sorrel and one of arnica but the names of the others evaded her knowledge. She had only just begun to memorize the various plants that grew within the Shrine. |
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