At the densest section of the forest, there is a brief clearing where a steady flow of water streams down the slippery stone staircase. The water here is cool and refreshing. Staircase Falls has been rumoured to be the place where reality is met by magic; where peaceful spirits dwell. They are rumoured to have healing powers that are used to help the desperately hurt, though no one has experienced this, except for, perhaps, Kaive.
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Posted on January 8, 2016 at 05:16:29 PM by Hellene
She had been lucky in the battle – in fact all of Aurora Borealis had been lucky – that she had not been seriously injured, or worse – killed. Though Hellene had started training both her daughter and Sebring in the art of feeling, they had only scratched the surface. Hellene had taught them only the most basic of plants and had not yet taught them anything about the body nor anything more complicated. Were Hellene to die, the pack would be left without a suitable healer, and considering the amount of trouble that they had gotten into recently, that prospect would not bode well. Unfortunately, their last attack had been severe enough to almost completely decimate all of the stores that Halina had so carefully filled up before the winter had struck. The timberess could only hope that the winter would be short and that the herbs would start to regrow. If any more attacks came to the pack, Halina would have to search far and wide to find any medicinals. Halina wanted to be ready and prepared, and so she had started looking – wanting to be ready just in case another catastrophe would hit. Already she had searched the entire shore of the lake, but what plants there were she had already collected… the rest were either buried in ice and snow or were too dead to work at all. Dried herbs, though less potent, worked well enough in a pinch. Rotten herbs, however, were useless if you were lucky and lethal if you weren’t. The few she had found had hardly been enough line her shelves. It could probably only treat one sick patient… And so, the timberess had been traveling up the river, seeing if she could find any other sources of plants. Thus far she had come up with nothing, and so her directionality had changed, leading her up to the top of Staircase Falls. However, instead of a good store of herbs, she had found another varg, one that was seemingly talking to herself. “Are… you quite alright?” |
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- Setting Fire to our Insides for Fun - By Cliche January 19, 2016 at 08:24:44 PM
Time healsallmost wounds...I heal the rest - By Hellene January 22, 2016 at 03:19:44 AM
Setting Fire to our Insides for Fun - By Cliche February 9, 2016 at 01:51:00 AM
Time healsallmost things...I heal the rest - By Hellene February 9, 2016 at 03:04:08 PM
Setting Fire to our Insides for Fun - By Cliche February 24, 2016 at 04:55:52 AM
Time healsallmost wounds...I heal the rest - By Hellene February 24, 2016 at 07:14:57 PM
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