Milking Flowers and Giving Dye-jobs Pt. II 75 of Spring Year 522 Naadiya stood in Uta’s kitchen looking at the ingredients on the counter while Uta and Talivindra got the makeshift hair-cutting station hobbled together again. She had water boiling in a copper pot and looked around the space noticing how much of the objects that would normally have been iron, steel or even the less commonly used nickel had all been replaced with copper, tin and bronze. Uta had a full livestyle conversion this season as had many of the other citizens of the settlement who had tried to cope with the cards fate had dealt them. Unable to rid themselves of the curses, most inhabitants found ways around them. Dawn and Tony had strayed away from the fiber and fabric that would either wilt or cause rashes upon their touch. As a result, cotton garments had started to fill more and more of their wardrobe despite the considerably more muted and drab colors that it was able to hold from the available dyes. Naadiya too had made changes. Often she would cover up a considerable amount of skin, particularly her head and shoulders in case of a sudden spring shower. The feeling of rain falling on her face was something Naadiya had grown to love during her time in Syka and just as quickly as the pleasure had been introduced, it had been taken away. While the Sykan atmosphere remained warm throughout most of the spring season, its periodic showers had proved cool enough to trigger her curse’s response to cold water, so an umbrella had become a regular part of outfits when leaving the inn. In front of her was the jar of flower-based shampoo she had gathered the day before, along with a sack-full of orange tiger lily blooms that she had dumped into a large, polished bronze bowl, a few avocados in a smaller terracotta bowl, and a long-necked bottle of dark glass labeled ‘’Sesame’ on a small paper tag that hung from a twine necklace. She had propped up on her new notebook against a clay jar painted teal, and read through one of her mother’s old recipes, now transcribed in a beautiful script thanks to her enchanted quill. That too she pulled out, in case there would be need to make an additional note or change to a recipe. Awakening the quill with it’s assigned pass-phrase, Naadiya held the object and placed it with its point poised on a blank corner of the page and left it in it there floating in place, waiting for spoken words to lead its way. After a few directions from Uta, Naadiya navigated the kitchen and grabbed a wooden bowl and spoon. “Uta, do you have a sieve of some sort?” Naadiya called out to the woman who was now seated and having her hair washed by Talivindra’s nimble fingers. “Ugh, no. I had to have it buried with the rest of the magnetic things I wanted to keep. I still haven’t found one made of copper or bronze so I’ve just been using a cheese cloth if I ever need to sieve something. It did not take long to find a cheese cloth, those had been readily available hanging from handles and folded in drawers, so she took the closest one that looked unused.
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