Tanna was on a mission.
Alarm bells had gone off yesterday when she had noticed how one of her charges was not putting weight on one of its legs. After further investigation, it seemed to have been a niggling injury, one she felt had been on-going for some time, and the Drykas felt compelled to do something about it.
But what?
The horse was a Tiadan Warhorse and property of the Order and Syliras and she was no healer. Fearing the injury could spell an end to the mighty horse's career – and, worse, its life, Tanna had spent that evening racking her brain for options. She was only a novice handler; perhaps it would have been better to leave the horse's fate in Serena Windmount's capable hands but Tanna simply couldn't sit back and do nothing. Surely there was something she could think of, something she could find or do that could aid the creature.
She had barely slept, tossing about in a tangle of sheets on her bed as she poured over things she could do. Serena felt it was the joint – would keeping the big horse in the pasture, away from heavy work help? It could ease whatever strain the gelding is feeling, she thought as she laid on her back, staring up at the wood beams that broke up the patchwork of the room's stone ceiling, but rest, alone, won't fix the problem. With a heavy sigh, her brow furrowed as she stared harder at the ceiling, as if willing it to speak the answer she sought. The horse needs rest and...something else.
She looked back on her time with the Drykas and contemplated: The Opal clan was renowned for their healing and yet not ever Pavillion had access to their members. What did they do when they needed help and a regular healer was not an option? Plants.
Tanna's mother had been skilled in foraging and botany. Although Ysane only learned these things to go hand-in-hand with her cooking skill, it had proven useful in other instances, as well. Her mother had nursed her father after his injury, after all, and, although that had been under the guiding hand of a healer, she recalled her mother helping members of the Pavillion without that woman's help. Granted, her mother hadn't been a herbalist but she had learned the properties of certain plants, and she had successfully used this knowledge to treat minor illnesses, injuries and general complaints. Could a herbalist be the key to helping the warhorse?
She shot up in bed.
She knew a herbalist in Mithryn! Well, she didn't know her well and had only really met her in passing, but the fact remained that she knew there was a herbalist there. With luck and Syna's blessing, the woman would know something that could help in the horse's recovery.
She had sprung out of bed and hastily tossed on the clothes she had striped off just shy of a bell earlier and, after plaiting her hair into a lazy braid, headed out and made straight for the stables.
Tanna was grateful that it wasn't that late in the evening and that Serena had yet to retire to her own quarters, finding the woman in her office for a change. Explaining her reason for coming by so late, she went on to request a day's leave so she could ride south to meet with the herbalist and, hopefully, return with a form of remedy. Moved by the Drykas' desire to help, Serena complied, explaining that Tanna would not be paid for whatever time she missed. The blonde had no issue with that and, after thanking Serena ten times over, she ducked back out into the night to collect Coosa.
Her Strider seemed happy to stretch her legs and her hooves chewed up the distance between Syliras and the southern outpost with relative ease. The Kabrin Road was well maintained - even after the flooding and rains that occurred earlier in the season - and, although a little on the soft side, made riding all that easier for both horse and rider that Tanna had no qualms letting the horse run as she wanted, enjoying the feel of the wind in her hair. Due to this periodic running, Tanna arrive at the outpost with time to spare before Syna's light.
She made sure to tend to her Coosa's needs first, watering her at the stables and ensuring the horse was fed and brushed while she headed in the direction of the Fool's Errand. In her rush, she had forgotten to pack food for herself and she made quick work of the meal she ordered. Once that was through, she made her way to the Commons but not before endeavouring in her morning ritual and worship of Syna as her light rose from the horizon.
It took some asking around but Tanna eventually found the cottage belonging to the herbalist she sought and, without any hesitation, she gave the door a few hard raps. She hoped the woman was home.
Thankfully, she heard rustling on the other side of the door before the woman pulled it open. Tanna offered a smile before venturing, "Morning. I apologise for the hour." Her words were genuine before she stated why she was there, "I am in need of your skill."
Alarm bells had gone off yesterday when she had noticed how one of her charges was not putting weight on one of its legs. After further investigation, it seemed to have been a niggling injury, one she felt had been on-going for some time, and the Drykas felt compelled to do something about it.
But what?
The horse was a Tiadan Warhorse and property of the Order and Syliras and she was no healer. Fearing the injury could spell an end to the mighty horse's career – and, worse, its life, Tanna had spent that evening racking her brain for options. She was only a novice handler; perhaps it would have been better to leave the horse's fate in Serena Windmount's capable hands but Tanna simply couldn't sit back and do nothing. Surely there was something she could think of, something she could find or do that could aid the creature.
She had barely slept, tossing about in a tangle of sheets on her bed as she poured over things she could do. Serena felt it was the joint – would keeping the big horse in the pasture, away from heavy work help? It could ease whatever strain the gelding is feeling, she thought as she laid on her back, staring up at the wood beams that broke up the patchwork of the room's stone ceiling, but rest, alone, won't fix the problem. With a heavy sigh, her brow furrowed as she stared harder at the ceiling, as if willing it to speak the answer she sought. The horse needs rest and...something else.
She looked back on her time with the Drykas and contemplated: The Opal clan was renowned for their healing and yet not ever Pavillion had access to their members. What did they do when they needed help and a regular healer was not an option? Plants.
Tanna's mother had been skilled in foraging and botany. Although Ysane only learned these things to go hand-in-hand with her cooking skill, it had proven useful in other instances, as well. Her mother had nursed her father after his injury, after all, and, although that had been under the guiding hand of a healer, she recalled her mother helping members of the Pavillion without that woman's help. Granted, her mother hadn't been a herbalist but she had learned the properties of certain plants, and she had successfully used this knowledge to treat minor illnesses, injuries and general complaints. Could a herbalist be the key to helping the warhorse?
She shot up in bed.
She knew a herbalist in Mithryn! Well, she didn't know her well and had only really met her in passing, but the fact remained that she knew there was a herbalist there. With luck and Syna's blessing, the woman would know something that could help in the horse's recovery.
She had sprung out of bed and hastily tossed on the clothes she had striped off just shy of a bell earlier and, after plaiting her hair into a lazy braid, headed out and made straight for the stables.
Tanna was grateful that it wasn't that late in the evening and that Serena had yet to retire to her own quarters, finding the woman in her office for a change. Explaining her reason for coming by so late, she went on to request a day's leave so she could ride south to meet with the herbalist and, hopefully, return with a form of remedy. Moved by the Drykas' desire to help, Serena complied, explaining that Tanna would not be paid for whatever time she missed. The blonde had no issue with that and, after thanking Serena ten times over, she ducked back out into the night to collect Coosa.
Her Strider seemed happy to stretch her legs and her hooves chewed up the distance between Syliras and the southern outpost with relative ease. The Kabrin Road was well maintained - even after the flooding and rains that occurred earlier in the season - and, although a little on the soft side, made riding all that easier for both horse and rider that Tanna had no qualms letting the horse run as she wanted, enjoying the feel of the wind in her hair. Due to this periodic running, Tanna arrive at the outpost with time to spare before Syna's light.
She made sure to tend to her Coosa's needs first, watering her at the stables and ensuring the horse was fed and brushed while she headed in the direction of the Fool's Errand. In her rush, she had forgotten to pack food for herself and she made quick work of the meal she ordered. Once that was through, she made her way to the Commons but not before endeavouring in her morning ritual and worship of Syna as her light rose from the horizon.
It took some asking around but Tanna eventually found the cottage belonging to the herbalist she sought and, without any hesitation, she gave the door a few hard raps. She hoped the woman was home.
Thankfully, she heard rustling on the other side of the door before the woman pulled it open. Tanna offered a smile before venturing, "Morning. I apologise for the hour." Her words were genuine before she stated why she was there, "I am in need of your skill."
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Pavi • Grass-sign • Common • Tukant • Others |
