No Time for Plants
Timestamp TBA- Summer 511 AV
Closed, Ethan, please
Irriari walked through the forest slowly, admiring the way the night sky and Leth's moon illuminated the grass and foliage below the green canopy. It had been too long since she had explored the fungi and plants that grew within the forest, so tonight, she planned on spending the entire dark hours doing exactly that. A small burlap bag had been pulled out of her poisoncrafters kit and was now tied to her quiver. It would store any plant material she picked up, and though she loathed mixing all the plants together, it was her only option until she found a better way to store them. The plants would have to be dried and preserved, and the zith groaned at the thought. Sevrai had always taken that task as her own, knowing that her mistress despised the process. Now, she would have to do nearly everything on her own, and she briefly wondered how much longer poisoncrafting would take. Even the lab in Sahova with all the nuits was preferable to her tiny work space in Ravok. At least the nuit had most of the materials she needed already stored and cataloged. Oh well, there was nothing to be done about it.
Irriari bent down and examined a small thick stalked plant that seemed to shine amid all the plain weeds. Droplets of white liquid protruded from the snapped stalk of an identical plant a few feet away. The sticky milky substance, sometimes, but not always indicated poisonous properties. Looking around, she saw no more in the vicinity aside from the ones directly in front of her. Carefully, Irriari dug a hole into the ground in front of the plant that was about a half a foot deep. Her claws raked at the loamy soil until they found roots of other plants, which she tore and moved to the side. By the time she finished digging the first hole, her slender fingers were caked with dirt and a lone worm tried crawling feebly inside the hole. She crushed it and continued onward, digging identical holes on the left and right. Finally, the fourth hole was ready to be dug. It was the last of the group, and Irriari was glad. Her sore hands were angry- the grasses and dirt in the sea of grass had much fewer roots to contend with, and the soil was not packed nearly as densely. After two chimes, the fourth hole was dug, and Irriari began the slow process of joining them all to create a small circular island around the plant. She worked in a counter clockwise fashion, throwing the dirt she grabbed to the side so it wouldn't interfere. After fifteen chimes, the plant was alone, and thankfully the entire root structure was contained within the pillar. Now, she simply had to knock the dirt around the roots off and slowly extract the plants.
For the first few seconds, she was overzealous, and tore a small part of the delicate branching root system. Swearing, Irriari worked more carefully and gently pushed and prodded the dirt until it crumbled off into the small pit below. Finally, she had the plant and could examine it more carefully.
The root structure was larger than she had expected for such a small plant. Her standard circle digging distance away from the plant had barely contained it. The outside of the leaves were a dark green, while the underside was much lighter, and more of a mint. The edges of the leaves were toothed in a fine pattern almost unrecognizable unless one peered straight downward. Turning the plant on it's side, Irriari stared at the roots and stem, being careful not to put undue pressure on either. The stalk was ordinary, as far as plants went, and aside from being large for such a small plant, it had no distinguishing characteristics.
Irriari busied herself looking for more plants as the sky grew darker.
OOCFeel free to do anything and Irr will probably see/hear you
Timestamp TBA- Summer 511 AV
Closed, Ethan, please
Irriari walked through the forest slowly, admiring the way the night sky and Leth's moon illuminated the grass and foliage below the green canopy. It had been too long since she had explored the fungi and plants that grew within the forest, so tonight, she planned on spending the entire dark hours doing exactly that. A small burlap bag had been pulled out of her poisoncrafters kit and was now tied to her quiver. It would store any plant material she picked up, and though she loathed mixing all the plants together, it was her only option until she found a better way to store them. The plants would have to be dried and preserved, and the zith groaned at the thought. Sevrai had always taken that task as her own, knowing that her mistress despised the process. Now, she would have to do nearly everything on her own, and she briefly wondered how much longer poisoncrafting would take. Even the lab in Sahova with all the nuits was preferable to her tiny work space in Ravok. At least the nuit had most of the materials she needed already stored and cataloged. Oh well, there was nothing to be done about it.
Irriari bent down and examined a small thick stalked plant that seemed to shine amid all the plain weeds. Droplets of white liquid protruded from the snapped stalk of an identical plant a few feet away. The sticky milky substance, sometimes, but not always indicated poisonous properties. Looking around, she saw no more in the vicinity aside from the ones directly in front of her. Carefully, Irriari dug a hole into the ground in front of the plant that was about a half a foot deep. Her claws raked at the loamy soil until they found roots of other plants, which she tore and moved to the side. By the time she finished digging the first hole, her slender fingers were caked with dirt and a lone worm tried crawling feebly inside the hole. She crushed it and continued onward, digging identical holes on the left and right. Finally, the fourth hole was ready to be dug. It was the last of the group, and Irriari was glad. Her sore hands were angry- the grasses and dirt in the sea of grass had much fewer roots to contend with, and the soil was not packed nearly as densely. After two chimes, the fourth hole was dug, and Irriari began the slow process of joining them all to create a small circular island around the plant. She worked in a counter clockwise fashion, throwing the dirt she grabbed to the side so it wouldn't interfere. After fifteen chimes, the plant was alone, and thankfully the entire root structure was contained within the pillar. Now, she simply had to knock the dirt around the roots off and slowly extract the plants.
For the first few seconds, she was overzealous, and tore a small part of the delicate branching root system. Swearing, Irriari worked more carefully and gently pushed and prodded the dirt until it crumbled off into the small pit below. Finally, she had the plant and could examine it more carefully.
The root structure was larger than she had expected for such a small plant. Her standard circle digging distance away from the plant had barely contained it. The outside of the leaves were a dark green, while the underside was much lighter, and more of a mint. The edges of the leaves were toothed in a fine pattern almost unrecognizable unless one peered straight downward. Turning the plant on it's side, Irriari stared at the roots and stem, being careful not to put undue pressure on either. The stalk was ordinary, as far as plants went, and aside from being large for such a small plant, it had no distinguishing characteristics.
Irriari busied herself looking for more plants as the sky grew darker.
OOCFeel free to do anything and Irr will probably see/hear you
