Timestamp: 37th of Autumn, 513AV
It was sad. How could Faryon possibly call herself a herbalist when the only plants she had were dying and withering. Before she had left Endrykas last season she had purchased a few starter plants from a trader. He had a few uncommon and rare plants along with some common ones and Faryon couldn't pass up the chance to buy the little sproutlings.
They managed to survive the trip to Riverfall but since coming to the Sanctuary, Faryon may or may not have forgotten the poor things and now were sorely in need of some TLC.
There were three gardens at the healing facility, one of which was a meditation garden and she didn't think that was a proper place for her plants. The herb garden and the medicinal garden were however. Only problem was in Faryon's mind they were one in the same. Herbs were just as useful as medicines as they were to brighten a yummy dish. Faryon suppose as medicinal plants they couldn't exactly be used as herbs, so she could see the need for a distinction when she really thought about it.
Grabbing the three pots, Faryon left her room in the Within. She first looked right.. Then left.. Took her a chime to get her bearings. She had never suspected the Sanctuary to be so big and the Within seemed even bigger. Left.. Its definitely a left.
The route would take her through the library and then the kitchen common room area from there it was straight onwards to the actual facility. Faryon had to admit she relied on Kachal alot out in the Sea of Grass. He always seemed to know where to go or where she wanted to. Now she had to rely on her own sense of direction and it was rather frustrating at times, it seemed she lacked in that department.
Above ground she made her way to the small herb garden. Along the way, Faryon made a mental list of some stuff she would run by Kavala to put in the greenhouse once it was erected next season or so. Maybe the more rarer stuff to come by or annuals like some melons.
The herb garden was like an eden to the Drykas. She practically wanted to roll around in the dirt and plants and probably would have if the act wouldn't have killed everything. Faryon picked an unused space near some sage. The teen prefered to do planting by hand, there was nothing like feeling the moist dirt in between one's fingers and getting grime under your nails.
Digging into the dirt with her cupped hand, Faryon placed the extra dirt to the side to use for later. The first herb, Batonal liked to dig its roots deep so she spent some time digging out a nice deep, semi wide hole for the plant. The earth was a rich deep brown and seemed to be full of nutrients. It had an interesting smell to it and it was familiar but couldn't quite put her finger on it. Whatever had the deep chocolate colored dirt, smelling so it was just what she was hoping for if these poor things were to revive and grow further. The next part would be tricky and potentially hazardous to the plant.
The Drykas needed to remove the Batonal from its pot and hopefully not put it into shock. Faryon wrestled with the plant some, even though the dirt was rather dry, the herb's root seemed to have grown through the drain holes at the bottom. She had to gently lift them up then some what shove them back through the holes which was rather tedious. Once the roots were taken care of the rest was easy. The plant slid out of its confides and even shed some of the dead dirt. Carefully placing it into its new "home", she started packing the extra dirt around the Batonal, taking extra care around the base to make sure it was fully supported.
They managed to survive the trip to Riverfall but since coming to the Sanctuary, Faryon may or may not have forgotten the poor things and now were sorely in need of some TLC.
There were three gardens at the healing facility, one of which was a meditation garden and she didn't think that was a proper place for her plants. The herb garden and the medicinal garden were however. Only problem was in Faryon's mind they were one in the same. Herbs were just as useful as medicines as they were to brighten a yummy dish. Faryon suppose as medicinal plants they couldn't exactly be used as herbs, so she could see the need for a distinction when she really thought about it.
Grabbing the three pots, Faryon left her room in the Within. She first looked right.. Then left.. Took her a chime to get her bearings. She had never suspected the Sanctuary to be so big and the Within seemed even bigger. Left.. Its definitely a left.
The route would take her through the library and then the kitchen common room area from there it was straight onwards to the actual facility. Faryon had to admit she relied on Kachal alot out in the Sea of Grass. He always seemed to know where to go or where she wanted to. Now she had to rely on her own sense of direction and it was rather frustrating at times, it seemed she lacked in that department.
Above ground she made her way to the small herb garden. Along the way, Faryon made a mental list of some stuff she would run by Kavala to put in the greenhouse once it was erected next season or so. Maybe the more rarer stuff to come by or annuals like some melons.
The herb garden was like an eden to the Drykas. She practically wanted to roll around in the dirt and plants and probably would have if the act wouldn't have killed everything. Faryon picked an unused space near some sage. The teen prefered to do planting by hand, there was nothing like feeling the moist dirt in between one's fingers and getting grime under your nails.
Digging into the dirt with her cupped hand, Faryon placed the extra dirt to the side to use for later. The first herb, Batonal liked to dig its roots deep so she spent some time digging out a nice deep, semi wide hole for the plant. The earth was a rich deep brown and seemed to be full of nutrients. It had an interesting smell to it and it was familiar but couldn't quite put her finger on it. Whatever had the deep chocolate colored dirt, smelling so it was just what she was hoping for if these poor things were to revive and grow further. The next part would be tricky and potentially hazardous to the plant.
The Drykas needed to remove the Batonal from its pot and hopefully not put it into shock. Faryon wrestled with the plant some, even though the dirt was rather dry, the herb's root seemed to have grown through the drain holes at the bottom. She had to gently lift them up then some what shove them back through the holes which was rather tedious. Once the roots were taken care of the rest was easy. The plant slid out of its confides and even shed some of the dead dirt. Carefully placing it into its new "home", she started packing the extra dirt around the Batonal, taking extra care around the base to make sure it was fully supported.
