83rd day of Fall, 515 AV
Mid-morning
Naiya was filling her basket, the bright red 'berries' of the plant calling loudly to the Drykas. Strawberry blight was best when young, so pulling all the young plants was not so problematic as it seemed, digging it out now might save it from snow and ice that would have killed it anyway. The ones missed in the season prior, or just old enough to be tough were left alone, going on to produce more plants in the next season. The line of young and old was easily determined by sampling the leaves, the ones that were hard to eat were left to grow.
The berry-like tips were not eaten, instead they were used to make dye, those too formed a pile in her basket, pulled from the older plants sparingly, for the remainder would grow the next generation of plants. Her hands lay bare as she worked, but the shimmer of blue silk did not fade from her attention. Her cloak was warm enough while she was working, but more than that it was beautiful and flashy, still catching even her own eye unexpectedly.
The cloak had been the gift of the silver chest, one that had seemed to pale when compared to the one given in return. It wasn't until this season, ages past the gifting that she had discovered the true gift of the cloak.
Still, she wore it to keep warm, there was no sense in leaving it stuffed away and buying a new one when this was perfectly good. Her hood had long fallen back from her head baring her hair to the elements, but she couldn't resist the glances skyward. With thunder, rain, and snow having dominated much of the past days, it was nice to see the sun peeking out once more.
There was a festival to come and she wanted very much to be a part of it. She had a plan, with spare furs and linen she would craft her costume. It was traditional to don special attire for the fall feast, and this year Naiya had time to make her own instead of working on the wear of her siblings. She would help Shahar if he desired, and Seirei as well, Khida would not likely want to partake in such silliness, especially if it involved clothing that was difficult to remove.
For a moment she wondered if she was being selfish. Perhaps she should be crafting for the children, she was the seamstress, afterall. It was her job to make their clothing.
She shook away the worry that had settled across her shoulders. She would just ask Seirei when she returned, it would be as simple as that. If she wanted, Naiya would make costumes for the children instead.
With her mind settled she turned back to the plants, the cold of the ground seeping though the warm material of her breeches. She pulled the rest of the young plants, and added a few more of the bright red seed bundles before moving on to seek out more food.
Her search brought her little more, a few mint plants clung desperately to life, and of those she took very little. It was perhaps enough, when added to the rest of the stores, to serve them through the winter, tea of mint leaves would help running and stuffed up noses. She had discovered that the last time she had taken ill.
Mid-morning
Naiya was filling her basket, the bright red 'berries' of the plant calling loudly to the Drykas. Strawberry blight was best when young, so pulling all the young plants was not so problematic as it seemed, digging it out now might save it from snow and ice that would have killed it anyway. The ones missed in the season prior, or just old enough to be tough were left alone, going on to produce more plants in the next season. The line of young and old was easily determined by sampling the leaves, the ones that were hard to eat were left to grow.
The berry-like tips were not eaten, instead they were used to make dye, those too formed a pile in her basket, pulled from the older plants sparingly, for the remainder would grow the next generation of plants. Her hands lay bare as she worked, but the shimmer of blue silk did not fade from her attention. Her cloak was warm enough while she was working, but more than that it was beautiful and flashy, still catching even her own eye unexpectedly.
The cloak had been the gift of the silver chest, one that had seemed to pale when compared to the one given in return. It wasn't until this season, ages past the gifting that she had discovered the true gift of the cloak.
Still, she wore it to keep warm, there was no sense in leaving it stuffed away and buying a new one when this was perfectly good. Her hood had long fallen back from her head baring her hair to the elements, but she couldn't resist the glances skyward. With thunder, rain, and snow having dominated much of the past days, it was nice to see the sun peeking out once more.
There was a festival to come and she wanted very much to be a part of it. She had a plan, with spare furs and linen she would craft her costume. It was traditional to don special attire for the fall feast, and this year Naiya had time to make her own instead of working on the wear of her siblings. She would help Shahar if he desired, and Seirei as well, Khida would not likely want to partake in such silliness, especially if it involved clothing that was difficult to remove.
For a moment she wondered if she was being selfish. Perhaps she should be crafting for the children, she was the seamstress, afterall. It was her job to make their clothing.
She shook away the worry that had settled across her shoulders. She would just ask Seirei when she returned, it would be as simple as that. If she wanted, Naiya would make costumes for the children instead.
With her mind settled she turned back to the plants, the cold of the ground seeping though the warm material of her breeches. She pulled the rest of the young plants, and added a few more of the bright red seed bundles before moving on to seek out more food.
Her search brought her little more, a few mint plants clung desperately to life, and of those she took very little. It was perhaps enough, when added to the rest of the stores, to serve them through the winter, tea of mint leaves would help running and stuffed up noses. She had discovered that the last time she had taken ill.
