CH 4 - The Daily Grind
Anniken has her wounds treated by an herbalist.
Anniken has her wounds treated by an herbalist.
“Sorrel, is it?” Zelamir leaned against the cane her doctor (and Laken) insisted she use when out and about. They seemed to think she was frail, in constant need of a shoulder to lean on. In reality, she retained some muscle weakness from being bedridden and suffering a nasty back
“Oh, good taste, Saffy!” The wolf’s ears drooped at the nickname, but it didn’t push back, either. “Thanks,” Saffron said, rubbing the back of its neck. “I knew I wanted something sturdy and long lasting, so this seemed like the best choice of the lot...” Eisbaer awkwardly balanced
“You feeling alright, Capsule? You're mighty quiet today.” “I'm fine,” they mumbled. “Just distracted.” They'd scoured so many shops already, but none had those elusive ingredients. Cass had tried to lighten the mood with jokes and commentary, but Meike just couldn't match
Reluctance set in once Eisbaer was on her own, standing before the faceless wooden figure. Her beloved Trenton idled at her heels, waiting for instruction. “Well, I never thought I’d be doing this again.” But it was either this or harassing poor bunnies in the woods, and she didn’