16 Fall, 515 AV
9th Bell, Morning
9th Bell, Morning
The familiar crunching of a root and scraping of stone on stone was heard from Pearl’s office at The River Flower as she ground up a small portion of the turmeric root she had in her stores. She wasn’t at all happy with the stocks they had available as everything seemed to be running low and sighed; the knowledge that the stocks they had on hand would not carry them through winter weighed heavily upon her. Pouring the powder into the parchment pouch was done very carefully, so as not to waste any of the precious herb.
“Star, I’m on my way out to forage with Akasja,” Pearl told her assistant as she folded down the parchment pouch on her way out of her office.
“Oh, okay,” Star looked up from her desk and smiled.
“If I’m needed, just send someone to the gates, father will know how to find me quickly.”
“Be careful and try to enjoy your time out!” Star called out as Pearl was leaving.
Pearl waved over her head and disappeared out the back of the tent to where Knox was waiting patiently.
Greetings, ride, forage, she signed to Knox as she was approaching; the horse returning a nicker while he pawed at the ground with his left foot three times. Knox liked to count the signs she gave him and pawed the ground each time she signed to him; corresponding with the number of signs she had given him. Pearl chuckled. It was their little game. The pouch of turmeric was tucked away in the yvas bags, inside her medical supply bag, before she mounted up.
The streets were full in Endrykas and she and Knox had to be mindful of their steps through the crowds. “Easy boy, that’s it,” she praised him while leaning forward to pat him on the neck. Pearl gave easy commands with her feet, touching his left side, then his right, to help guide him though the people and stalls of the market. She’d thought it would be nice to simply look over the wares on her way to the gates. “Halt,” she said and drew both feet back along Knox’s sides, simultaneously to get him to stop, when she spotted the horse blanket and hood in the stall with the colours of the Blackwater.
It took no time to purchase the blanket and hood as Pearl wasn’t about haggling over the price. She merely paid for it and then stored the newly purchased items in the yvas bags. “You’re going to thank me come winter time,” she told Knox, who craned his head around to see what Pearl was on about as she kept stuffing and shoving at the blanket to get it into the bag. Once she was mounted back up, they moved along through the crowds until they were out of the market area and close to the gates.
LedgerLarge Horse Blanket and Hood 8GM
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