Post by Lilac on Aug 13, 2013 19:52:31 GMT -5
The waters of Glimmering Brook rolled over the smoothed river stones. The sun, just shy of the it's peak, shone down on the water, giving it the iridescence promised by its name. The current wove around a small island dotted with a few smaller trees. An assortment of plants grew both on the shore and on the drier center of the island. To the left of the island, a smattering of rocks glistened with moisture. Here the waters grew more violent, crashing against the solid stone that blocked its path. Years of constant battering had loosened the bases of a few of these rocks, just waiting to be knocked loose by a careless paw. On the outside bank, taking in the scene in front her, was a youthful looking white wolf.
Lilac smiled, the refreshing scent of the fast running brook intermixing with a sharp, spicy smell that reminded her of her old pack's Sigma Den. She had been out and about a few times, but never this far. After being accepted as an apprentice to the sharp tongued Shiloh, it had been a while until Lilac had been able to leave the pack camp and the surrounding territory, let alone being allowed to. She had spent many days sitting and staring at a variety of herbs as she chanted their names, uses, and natural habitats. Sure enough, her sharp memory had greatly aided her progress. Despite the general lack of injury in their small pack, Lilac had been urged to stock up on the herbs most commonly used. Partly to solidify her herblore, partly to remain prepared, and partly to familiarize herself with the territory, Lilac had indeed followed her mentor's requests. Today, her searching had brought her to Glimmering Brook, where the scent of a few different plants was quite obvious to her trained nose. Marigold... coltsfoot... a little watermint. She thought, turning her amber gaze to the island in the middle. Her eyes quickly calculated what seemed like the best path across the rocks. She carefully placed her paw on the first rock, a broad flat one, and slowly shifted her weight. When it proved stable enough, the bleached fae gave a little hop onto the rock. Keeping her ears pricked for the sound of shifting stones,
Lilac made her way carefully across the water. Her legs and belly were dripping from the spray, and she shook out her pelt, sending the water droplets flying away from her. She wandered down the bank, following her nose. Before long, she found a large patch of leaves, rounded in shape but with a slightly serrated edge. "Coltsfoot. Leaves are used to treat pupcough." She recited, but kept walking. Given the fact that there were no pups and no expectant faes, the coltsfoot was better off left to grow. Changing tactics, the young wolf trotted towards the center of the island. There, she found patches of low lying flowers, bright yellow in color. She wagged her tail in delight. "There you are! Marigold. Petals AND leaves used to treat infection, bleeding, and...and.." Her tail drooped as she struggled to recall the final use of the helpful plant. She'd have to ask Shiloh later. Meanwhile, she bent her head down and cleanly snapped the stems as close to the ground as she could get. Her muzzle wrinkled at the bitterness of the juice, but she kept going, slowly forming a small pile.
Lilac smiled, the refreshing scent of the fast running brook intermixing with a sharp, spicy smell that reminded her of her old pack's Sigma Den. She had been out and about a few times, but never this far. After being accepted as an apprentice to the sharp tongued Shiloh, it had been a while until Lilac had been able to leave the pack camp and the surrounding territory, let alone being allowed to. She had spent many days sitting and staring at a variety of herbs as she chanted their names, uses, and natural habitats. Sure enough, her sharp memory had greatly aided her progress. Despite the general lack of injury in their small pack, Lilac had been urged to stock up on the herbs most commonly used. Partly to solidify her herblore, partly to remain prepared, and partly to familiarize herself with the territory, Lilac had indeed followed her mentor's requests. Today, her searching had brought her to Glimmering Brook, where the scent of a few different plants was quite obvious to her trained nose. Marigold... coltsfoot... a little watermint. She thought, turning her amber gaze to the island in the middle. Her eyes quickly calculated what seemed like the best path across the rocks. She carefully placed her paw on the first rock, a broad flat one, and slowly shifted her weight. When it proved stable enough, the bleached fae gave a little hop onto the rock. Keeping her ears pricked for the sound of shifting stones,
Lilac made her way carefully across the water. Her legs and belly were dripping from the spray, and she shook out her pelt, sending the water droplets flying away from her. She wandered down the bank, following her nose. Before long, she found a large patch of leaves, rounded in shape but with a slightly serrated edge. "Coltsfoot. Leaves are used to treat pupcough." She recited, but kept walking. Given the fact that there were no pups and no expectant faes, the coltsfoot was better off left to grow. Changing tactics, the young wolf trotted towards the center of the island. There, she found patches of low lying flowers, bright yellow in color. She wagged her tail in delight. "There you are! Marigold. Petals AND leaves used to treat infection, bleeding, and...and.." Her tail drooped as she struggled to recall the final use of the helpful plant. She'd have to ask Shiloh later. Meanwhile, she bent her head down and cleanly snapped the stems as close to the ground as she could get. Her muzzle wrinkled at the bitterness of the juice, but she kept going, slowly forming a small pile.
