1 Spring, 516 AV, Riverfall, Windswept Condos
The Watchtower had flared, it was officially Spring. And the Valterrian Survival Festival. Which of course meant Kyna would have to remember to go visit her parents at some point today. For the moment however, she was within her section of the gardens at the Windswept Condos.
The change to Spring had reminded her of all the work she still had to do. With the weather changing there would be another influx of sore throats and runny noses, there always were. The good news was that the common cold was something her singular mark of healing could deal with, and without too much cost to herself. There were always those who did not come to see her themselves though. They were too busy or too stubborn and it fell on a family member to show up on her door looking for a cure they could bring home.
Slender fingers checked the soil in the pots of her two Bon'mur plants. One seemed about right to her, the other was slightly dry. Rising, she used her own waterskin to bring water from a nearby fountain to the plant.If you looked after plants, they would look after you. The previously dry plant she moved to indirect sunlight, the other she moved a little more into the sun.
The Bon'mur plant was an unassuming sot of thing. Easy to find in marshlands, or on the plains as these ones had no doubt been. The leaves and roots could, without any preparation beyond harvest, be chewed to grant relief to both fevers and cold, meaning that if people were only educated and took an interest in their own health, they could look after two common ailments themselves. It was even an annual plant, you could depend on it year round, at least assuming you kept it safe from snow.
Once these two got a little bigger, assuming she didn't have to harvest too much from them this season, perhaps she'd take some cuttings and see about trying to get the Bon'mur into more peoples homes.
For a moment a faintly puzzled expression came over her face as she looked down at the potted plant. Slowly, as though not entirely sure what she was doing, she leaned down and picked it up again. It was a little heavy but not very. She set it down once more. And then immediately picked it up again. This went on a few times, a look of intense concentration on her face before she blinked, shook her head, set it down and moved away.
What had that been about? She dragged her hand through her hair. Just tired. Surely.