61st of Spring, 522 AV
Cleon was careful before visiting Uta. Remembering the last time he was there he made sure to leave all metal implements back at the inn which actually didn’t leave him much in the way of survival gear. In his backpack he had a simple first aid kit, a couple of snares, a couple of candles, rope, and a tarp to keep it all from getting wet. It was striking how much metal he actually carried on him to go out into the jungle. The whole experience gave him a distinct appreciation for how much he depended on such implements outside of his trade.
Besides, he hadn’t come to Uta’s solely hoping to go out into the jungle although if she said yes, he would be glad to. He’d actually come to confirm a few things about his book. It had been giving him daily information since the day he borrowed it, and he was curious as to how accurate the information was so who better to ask than Uta. An he would be lying if he didn’t admit he was curious to see how she was getting along. He didn’t have a whole lot of repertoire with her yet, but he was curious all the same. Perhaps because it helped him to see how others were getting along with their curses. Randal he saw deal with his every day, and Faye as well. There were others too that he had gotten to know along the way, each with their own hidden pains brought out into the open by their curses. He didn’t feel the need to help all of them, but sometimes their burdens struck a cord with him when he was feeling particularly nostalgic. Today was not one of those days. He was feeling pretty clear headed, and a little detached from it all as he tried to put space between what he viewed as his body’s curse.
When Uta’s place finally came into sight, he took a moment to appreciate the unique structure before crossing the rest of the path towards it. If he ever had a place built, or better yet, helped build one he liked to think it would be something like this with a bed over the water. It just meshed so well with the jungle that he couldn’t imagine it apart from it. Going to sleep to the sound of the stream burbling below must also be nice, but he actually liked going to sleep to the sounds of the sea slapping against the beach. It had a calming affect on him that wasn’t something he had quite anticipated coming out here. For the first leg of his journey he couldn’t get used to the constant jostling that happened on the ship, but then he got marked and that changed everything. Now he couldn’t get enough of the sea and longed to go out on the water again when he got a bit more competent with his swimming.
He hesitated just outside of Uta’s door, listening for a moment before finally knocking. Hearing a voice distantly from within he held off for a moment as he heard the creak of footsteps before her door swung open. She looked a bit surprised and a little confused to see him at first, but then some recognition flickered across her features. Cleon saw a lot of that after the tenday.
“Hey Cleon, do you need anything?” She asked, leaning in across the door frame slightly. Dressed in long sleeves, and thick trousers she looked ready for the jungle. Cleon took that as a good sign.
“I was hoping you could help me with something if you don’t mind. I have this book that gives me advice everyday for surviving out in the jungle and I was hoping you might be able to confirm its accuracy.” Cleon said, and felt embarrassed about the way he was explaining it. This wasn’t how it had gone in his head at all, he had planned on being more direct but something about Uta just had him stumbling over his words. Fortunately, Uta didn’t seem to notice, or mind for that matter as her look turned into one of curiosity as she took a step back.
“Sure, come on inside. Make yourself comfortable. I was just finishing up something.” Uta said, gesturing him within as she walked over to a desk, and Cleon followed her a short ways before finding a seat on the floor. Propping himself up on a cushion he drew out the book he had brought with him, laying it carefully open to the first page which had changed to an in depth diagram about a plant known in short hand as Quassia. The name beside it didn’t look like common to him so he didn’t bother reading it, instead proceeding along with the rest of the diagram which depicted a small shrub having been pulled up from the ground so that its roots were visible. Underneath the name was listed the location that it was commonly found which happened to be the understory of the rain forest which made sense. This book tended to show him only things that related or applied to jungle survival, or could be used in a jungle survival situation. It would occasionally mention tangential things but wouldn’t go farther than referencing the material enough to clarify what was being covered in relation to that.
Further along the diagram it made several arrows that pointed to different parts of the plant. The leaves and the bark had apparently medicinal uses and after the bark was boiled the extract that was left over could be used as insecticide which was particularly useful for protecting crops. It could also be used as a muscle relaxant, but the text followed that with a caution about actually using it for such purposes because apparently it was very easy to take an excessive dose which could lead to vomiting and potentially a weakness of vision.
WC - 996
Besides, he hadn’t come to Uta’s solely hoping to go out into the jungle although if she said yes, he would be glad to. He’d actually come to confirm a few things about his book. It had been giving him daily information since the day he borrowed it, and he was curious as to how accurate the information was so who better to ask than Uta. An he would be lying if he didn’t admit he was curious to see how she was getting along. He didn’t have a whole lot of repertoire with her yet, but he was curious all the same. Perhaps because it helped him to see how others were getting along with their curses. Randal he saw deal with his every day, and Faye as well. There were others too that he had gotten to know along the way, each with their own hidden pains brought out into the open by their curses. He didn’t feel the need to help all of them, but sometimes their burdens struck a cord with him when he was feeling particularly nostalgic. Today was not one of those days. He was feeling pretty clear headed, and a little detached from it all as he tried to put space between what he viewed as his body’s curse.
When Uta’s place finally came into sight, he took a moment to appreciate the unique structure before crossing the rest of the path towards it. If he ever had a place built, or better yet, helped build one he liked to think it would be something like this with a bed over the water. It just meshed so well with the jungle that he couldn’t imagine it apart from it. Going to sleep to the sound of the stream burbling below must also be nice, but he actually liked going to sleep to the sounds of the sea slapping against the beach. It had a calming affect on him that wasn’t something he had quite anticipated coming out here. For the first leg of his journey he couldn’t get used to the constant jostling that happened on the ship, but then he got marked and that changed everything. Now he couldn’t get enough of the sea and longed to go out on the water again when he got a bit more competent with his swimming.
He hesitated just outside of Uta’s door, listening for a moment before finally knocking. Hearing a voice distantly from within he held off for a moment as he heard the creak of footsteps before her door swung open. She looked a bit surprised and a little confused to see him at first, but then some recognition flickered across her features. Cleon saw a lot of that after the tenday.
“Hey Cleon, do you need anything?” She asked, leaning in across the door frame slightly. Dressed in long sleeves, and thick trousers she looked ready for the jungle. Cleon took that as a good sign.
“I was hoping you could help me with something if you don’t mind. I have this book that gives me advice everyday for surviving out in the jungle and I was hoping you might be able to confirm its accuracy.” Cleon said, and felt embarrassed about the way he was explaining it. This wasn’t how it had gone in his head at all, he had planned on being more direct but something about Uta just had him stumbling over his words. Fortunately, Uta didn’t seem to notice, or mind for that matter as her look turned into one of curiosity as she took a step back.
“Sure, come on inside. Make yourself comfortable. I was just finishing up something.” Uta said, gesturing him within as she walked over to a desk, and Cleon followed her a short ways before finding a seat on the floor. Propping himself up on a cushion he drew out the book he had brought with him, laying it carefully open to the first page which had changed to an in depth diagram about a plant known in short hand as Quassia. The name beside it didn’t look like common to him so he didn’t bother reading it, instead proceeding along with the rest of the diagram which depicted a small shrub having been pulled up from the ground so that its roots were visible. Underneath the name was listed the location that it was commonly found which happened to be the understory of the rain forest which made sense. This book tended to show him only things that related or applied to jungle survival, or could be used in a jungle survival situation. It would occasionally mention tangential things but wouldn’t go farther than referencing the material enough to clarify what was being covered in relation to that.
Further along the diagram it made several arrows that pointed to different parts of the plant. The leaves and the bark had apparently medicinal uses and after the bark was boiled the extract that was left over could be used as insecticide which was particularly useful for protecting crops. It could also be used as a muscle relaxant, but the text followed that with a caution about actually using it for such purposes because apparently it was very easy to take an excessive dose which could lead to vomiting and potentially a weakness of vision.
WC - 996