Beodan took the violet jar from her hands and popped the dry root into his mouth. It sucked up saliva, becoming a damp mass that was tough to chew. It did not taste particularly good either, but better than most roots he knew of. It would stave off infection, a very important part of the healing process. If a wound had closed, but was red as if blood rested just below the surface, it could lead to..complications. It was a gross, pus-oozing experience, that lead to flesh decay. And it could be avoided by simply chewing on roots! He preferred it fresh personally, but that did not last very long before going bad, it needed to dry quickly.
Medication aside, Moxie’s touch felt more powerful than the rarest of herbs, sending rippling shivers of..something over his skin. Want, desire, need for her? He did not think much of it, accepting it as a fact of life, welcoming it to alter his behavior in it’s own special way. The petite girl sat next to him, her feet barely able to touch the floor. “I think you need a bath,” she said with a giggle, her dainty nose crinkling. She patted his face with relaxed fingers, “Do you want me to bath you?” He laughed with her, his mind off of the leg for a moment. He nodded, “I would like that, Moxie” He wondered what kind of bath she had in mind.
Dan felt her emotions flare, scared, angry, and sad. He wished he knew what she was thinking of, but settled for wrapping his arms around her belly, pulling her close, letting his body heat warm her icy thoughts. He hummed in her ear, tunelessly, in an attempt to sooth her wild thoughts.
Medication aside, Moxie’s touch felt more powerful than the rarest of herbs, sending rippling shivers of..something over his skin. Want, desire, need for her? He did not think much of it, accepting it as a fact of life, welcoming it to alter his behavior in it’s own special way. The petite girl sat next to him, her feet barely able to touch the floor. “I think you need a bath,” she said with a giggle, her dainty nose crinkling. She patted his face with relaxed fingers, “Do you want me to bath you?” He laughed with her, his mind off of the leg for a moment. He nodded, “I would like that, Moxie” He wondered what kind of bath she had in mind.
Dan felt her emotions flare, scared, angry, and sad. He wished he knew what she was thinking of, but settled for wrapping his arms around her belly, pulling her close, letting his body heat warm her icy thoughts. He hummed in her ear, tunelessly, in an attempt to sooth her wild thoughts.
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