Fall 72, 512AV
Yohan sat, relaxed in the cold arms of a marble statue adorning Stormhold Castle. He gazed up at the midnight moon, letting its silver light wash over him like a river.
He could faintly hear various murmurs of the Sylirians below him. But right now, he had no care of them. His thoughts turned towards his mother. Or rather, the Konti who had raised him in place of his mother. Slowly his mind drifted far away. To a time much more peaceful than now....
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"Mama! Mama! Look!" A young Yohan, roughly 3 years old, stood atop the cabin in Mura he called home. Before he came it was just his adoptive mothers home. Her name, was K'larin. K'larin was a Konti with the gift of seeing those in need. This natural born gift, along with the Gnosis Ranuri at the second mark, helped to mold her into a very caring, selfless practitioner of medicine.
"Yohan!" K'larin ghasped in astonishment, dropping her bucket of water. Her hands went to her mouth. "Yohan you get down from there right now!" She called to him. Her voice was soft and almost musical, yet stern and serious all the same.
"Ok Mama. But remember, you told me to." A devious smile crossed his face as he leaped off of the roof. His wings outstretched, he began to flap vigorously. He kept himself aloft in the air, slowly going down at an angle. "Do you see it Mama?! Do you see it!" The pride from his accomplishment was almost visibly radiating of his strained little body.
K'larin beamed at him. Praise be! Your look just like a little bird! She called to him affectionatly. But all little birds must come to the grou-
Aaahh!! The shout from Yohan cut her off as suddenly his wings gave out. He plummeted to the ground a few feet away from his mother. She rushed to him, worry plastered on her face. When she got to him, he was sitting up, almost crying, holding onto his left forearm. She tried to move his hands to see it but each time he resisted.
Honey I have to see how bad it is. Though she already knew how bad the injury was because of her Gnosis, it was important to her that he let her inspect the wound. Reluctantly he moved his hand.
The cut was not deep, but it was deep enough to need stitching. The blood had already begun to mat dark fur that covered his body. So K'larin scooped him up and carried him inside the cottage.
The cottage was your typical Konti home, decorated with brilliant colors and different plants. K'larin sat Yohan down on the table while she went over to the hearth. Yohan watched her closely, his right wing blocking the red-orange light of the setting sun.
She always kept some water ready by the fire for just this kind of occassion. She poured the water into a kettle and placed in just over the fire to boil. Then she went to her cupboards and retrieved a few key items. First, a needle and some stitching thread, a roll of cloth for bandaging, and a kind of paste in a carved wooden bowl.
Mama? What is all that stuff? His curiosity was genuine. Yohan had always yearned to understand the things around him.
Well, my little bird, the water is going to be used to sterilize the other things you see here on the table and-
Whats that word? st-st.. He stuttered slightly Sterlitize?
K'larins singsong voice giggled her responce "Sterilize, Yohan. Not sterlitize. If you 'sterilize' something, you kill all the germs that could hurt you. Its like giving an object a bath. She giggled again as she watched Yohan shiver at the word 'bath'. Yohan hated baths.
"And the other stuff?" At that moment the kettle began to whistle, indicating that the water was ready. K'lerin quickly retrieved the water and poured its steaming contents into a larg pan. Fist, washing her hands she explaned the paste. That paste is made from the Yellow Nettle plant. Its going to help make the pain go away. She picked up the needle, placing it in the water. "First Im going to use the water to clean out the blood and any germs that may get in your arm. Then im going to use the nettle to close up the cut. The look on Yohans face caused her to smile warmly at him Don't worry my dear, it will only hurt for a while. Then I will put the Yellow Nettle paste on it, and wrap it up. After that, by morning you should be well on your way to being perfectly healed up She smiled again. This time, Yohan smiled back
He watched her intently, squinting occassionaly from the pain and sun that still glared through the window. Yohan, when it was all over, looked at his bandaged arm. The paste had already begun to work.
How come the plant makes it not hurt? What else can plants do?
To this, K'larin handed him a book. The book was titled 'Plants of the White Isle.'
Turn to page 52.
And when he did, he saw a detailed drawing of a plant that he had seen on the island. At the top of the page, in an elaborate style was the words 'Yellow Nettle'
Why don't you tell me the answer Yohan She smiled warmly at him again and sat him on her lap on her bed. That night, Yohan and his mother sat up for Bells on end, while Yohan stammered on about the plants of Konti Isle.
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A noise stired Yohan awake. The moon had move significantly now. I really shouldn't be taking naps. He said to himself. A faint tune came to him on a breeze. Looking down he could just make out a tavern. Hmm.. perhaps a little music would be good for me. And with that he left his high perch, alighting atop the Rearing Stallion to listen to the bard inside.
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