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Timestamp: 47th Day of Fall, 515 AV
Seirei had learned that is was customary to offer something to the River Flower in exchange for services rendered. For non Drykas, that payment came in the form of mizas. But for the Drykas, it was a true barter of services. Someone who was skilled at foraging, and knew what different herbs looked like, might offer a selection of herbs. A hunter might offer meat, or pelts from his kill. There were many different possibilities. Seirei was none of those things. She knew a very few things about herbs, but no where near enough to be useful. She couldn't trust her limited knowledge to bring in useful herbs...or even to know where to look for them. Except for cattails. She did know where to find them. Perhaps she would offer to bring some in the next time she came in.
What she did have to offer was her time. Seirei was hoping that there would be some simple task that she could help with. She hoped she would be able to help Waisana in some way. There had to be something she could do. Something that would save her friend time, but would be simple enough to teach someone who had none of the knowledge a healer would need. Seirei knew that she could be asked to help any of the healers who worked at the River Flower, but she hoped that it would be Waisana. Waisana was her friend, and one of the few healers she trusted. Although she was free now, Seirei remembered how other healers had treated her when she was a captive with painful clarity.
The twins babbled excitedly as they tugged a piece of cloth between them. Lukar was the stronger of the two, so more often than not, the cloth ended up in his lap. But Lira was clever, and creative. And she wasn't above using every advantage her young mind could dream up in her favor. So every once in a while, Lira managed to win their little game of tug the cloth.
Seirei smiled at their antics. She allowed them to continue their game for a while longer, then brought them out of the tent. She left them with Shahar, thanking him again for agreeing to watch them while she went out on her errand. Then she set off for the River Flower.
Rumors spread through the city like a breeze blowing through the tents. Today was the day that the team of hunters who had brought back the largest glassbeak would be rewarded with their prize; glassbeak armor, and winter boots made out of olidosapai leather. The celebration was to be held later that day if the gossip was to be believed. Seirei wondered who had won, and how big the biggest glassbeak was briefly, before her luck ran out, and the grey skies opened up. The rain was so heavy, that it was difficult to see. Seirei was drenched within ticks.
She ran the rest of the way to the River Flower, shivering with the cold despite her exertions. By the time she reached the tent, her sides were burning, and she was gasping for breath. Seirei couldn't help but be glad that she had left the twins back home. They would be even more miserable than she was.
Once she had caught her breath, Seirei began looking around for her friend. Waisana wasn't anywhere to be found. But she hadn't been searching for long when a harried looking healer came up to her, asking if she were sick, or injured. The older woman guided her inside, and offered her a cloth to dry herself off with, for which Seirei thanked her sincerely. When she explained why she had come, the healer smiled, and told her that she had come at a good time. Then she told her to follow her, and she'd take her to someone who could use some help.