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Built into the cliffs overlooking the Suvan Sea, Riverfall resides on the edge of grasslands of Cyphrus where the Bluevein River plunges off the plain and cascades down to the inland sea below. Home of the Akalak, Riverfall is a self-supporting city populated by devoted warriors. [Riverfall Codex]

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Spring is Sprung

Postby Kyna on April 11th, 2016, 2:50 pm

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.
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Spring is Sprung

Postby Kyna on April 11th, 2016, 11:40 pm

Ginger was next on her list of Spring remedies, and another easy one. It could be dried out, made into an infusion or powdered, but since it was just as good or better fresh, she preferred to leave it growing so she could split it as many times as possible. She had two ginger plants at the moment, but it may have been long enough that she could split them. It was worth checking in any case.

She stepped back into her condo, the door was propped open by a currently empty pot. Ginger was an ideal indoor plant, and it had been a bit cold for it to be outside before now. She probably still wouldn't move it outside permanently yet, but she would work on her doorstep. She liked the sun almost as much as her plants did. She moved the two pots to the step, again taking satisfaction in the weight of the two relatively shallow but wide pots. They weren't exactly standard, but they were best for plants like ginger who's roots tended to sprawl horizontally rather than drilling deep into the earth.

Fingers dug gently into the slightly moist soil around the tall stalks until they encountered the root. with care she pulled it up and free. It was coming along well, but, she decide with a slight creasing of her forehead as she considered, she'd only split one of them. She wanted the other whole and ready for use. It took a good season and sometimes a bit to reach full growth. That would take her into Summer. Which was fine, but she wanted some she could use this season. While there would be less call for it in summer, it would be easier then to dry out and store.

This decided, she gently brushed the dirt off the root she held, examining it. Only the parts that had eye buds could be broken off and replanted. After looking it over, she found three decently sized rhizomes with the necessary bud which she quickly and cleanly broke off. Standing, she went to fetch a few of the starter pots she kept around. Already filled with soil, but no plants so far. She made a hole about two inches deep in the first pot, before putting in the first of the new proto-plants, making sure the eye, from which the stalk would sprout was pointing upwards before covering it in soil and watering it. She repeated this a further two times and then re-potted the original bulb, patting the soil into place.

This done, she moved all five pots, the two larger and three smaller back inside. Ginger could survive direct sunlight, but it wasn't ideal for an extended amount of time.

Her condo looked more like a miniature greenhouse than someones home. The only really plant free surfaces were the table were she ate and more importantly often spoke to patients, dealing with the smaller easier problems, and the area around her bed. The bed, washbasin and bedside table were where she occasionally hosted the truly sick, and so were kept as dirt free as possible. Everyone knew ill humors were bred in dirt. Chaos demons thrived in dirt. It made sense. Cleanliness and order was the opposite of chaos, and therefor related to health. Dirt, disorder and chaos was related to illness. Simple logic.
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