Perfect Ten (February 3010) - [OPEN]
Dec 28, 2017 8:27:34 GMT -5
Post by Runa on Dec 28, 2017 8:27:34 GMT -5
“Healing I can do,” Runa said, an easier smile curling at her lips. “I have some oils to help with bruising, should you like to stop by this week.” Arnica salves, too if the woman had a penchant for injuries that caused great pain. “I will be happy to give you some, and maybe some others.”
"I trip over my own feet, but on the horses...it's completely different, I feel at home there. There is nothing like racing over the earth, wind in your hair, the horse under you, but a part of you…It's magic, really, it's flying..."
Runa laughed slightly, blue eyes glittering faintly. The woman was clearly infatuated with horses, and the look upon Braeldia’s face was very much alike to the sparkle she saw in her husband’s eye when he thought long enough on the creatures himself. “You sound like my husband,” Runa remarked. “Though, he probably wouldn’t call it magic.” The woman almost snorted at the thought.
No, Ceolmund was distrustful of magic, in all forms. “He has this giant black mare—more like a mountain than a horse,” she remarked after a moment. “I jest and say it is his first wife. Tait, though, doesn’t like anyone but him.” Her eyes were bright, despite the subject matter. Ceolmund always did make the woman smile, no matter if Tait was spoken of as well or not. And she had missed him this week since his muster.
"Maybe you could show me some how to use herbs, which I can gather and when is best to gather them."
Runa nodded. “I can do that,” she agreed. “Depending on what shade of injury you’re used to, it should be relatively simple things.” She looked to the pell, then back to the woman before her. “Do you want to do it now?” Runa asked.
"I trip over my own feet, but on the horses...it's completely different, I feel at home there. There is nothing like racing over the earth, wind in your hair, the horse under you, but a part of you…It's magic, really, it's flying..."
Runa laughed slightly, blue eyes glittering faintly. The woman was clearly infatuated with horses, and the look upon Braeldia’s face was very much alike to the sparkle she saw in her husband’s eye when he thought long enough on the creatures himself. “You sound like my husband,” Runa remarked. “Though, he probably wouldn’t call it magic.” The woman almost snorted at the thought.
No, Ceolmund was distrustful of magic, in all forms. “He has this giant black mare—more like a mountain than a horse,” she remarked after a moment. “I jest and say it is his first wife. Tait, though, doesn’t like anyone but him.” Her eyes were bright, despite the subject matter. Ceolmund always did make the woman smile, no matter if Tait was spoken of as well or not. And she had missed him this week since his muster.
"Maybe you could show me some how to use herbs, which I can gather and when is best to gather them."
Runa nodded. “I can do that,” she agreed. “Depending on what shade of injury you’re used to, it should be relatively simple things.” She looked to the pell, then back to the woman before her. “Do you want to do it now?” Runa asked.