Busy In The Infirmary

[sofia]

(17:08:30)

Sofia Bint Nasrullah
~Guest of WS~
: ~Rumors flashed through the Castle, and from there outward through the tiny kingdom. Her Majesty lives and is on the mend! She had even received a visitor this day. Sofia cannot help but smile, for she hoolds the young Queen in high esteem and affection, as all of Her kingdom does. Humming softly, the Moroccan woman makes her way along the castle's corridors toward the infirmary~

(17:16:21)

Sofia Bint Nasrullah
~Guest of WS~
is in the Infirmary, and says to ALL: ~There, She discovers a small scroll as been left for her. She breaks the seal, noting a bird's image in the wax, then unrolls the little scroll. Her brows furrow, unable to read the language.....she searches out Hannah....who had never learned to read or write. Mystified, she peeks out into the hall, finally spotting a Guardsman, and shyly asking if he could please read the english for her. The words convey great kindess and a compliment that draws a delicate blush to almond cheeks. There's a message to teh Home in there as well, the sender being a Lady Ravyn~

(17:16:31)

Sofia Bint Nasrullah
~Guest of WS~
is in the Infirmary, and says to ALL: *Rayvyn

(17:29:08)

Sofia Bint Nasrullah
~Guest of WS~
is in the Infirmary, and says to ALL: ~The grinning guardsman is dismissed with thanks, then Sofia goes about preparing a tea for the Queen. She refers to the scrolls written at the Benedictine Abbey, then selects a beautiful earthenware jug and sets it on the counter. She looks over the rwos and racks and crates of herbs and medicines, picking them out one at a time, measuring a level scoop into the jug, then repeating the process. Nettles, red clover, and rosefruits (rosehips) chopped fine. These would provide many nutrients, but would end up tasting ver tart. Dark eyes consider all the herbs again. Two scoops of regular tea go in for taste and to give Her Majesty energy, then a measure of rosepatls and tiny dried buds, to make it all delicate and fragrant. Careful to not crush the stuff, she stirs it all thoroughly with a wooden spoon~

(17:38:10)

Sofia Bint Nasrullah
~Guest of WS~
is in the Infirmary, and says to ALL: ~Keeping in mind that the nettles could cause problems if the touched Edfiel's mouth or skin, Sofia proceeds to make teabags. Squares of clean cloth get a small (2 tsp) scoop of the mixture poured into teh middle, then get quickly bound tight to form a ball of herbs witha tail, enclosing teh plant matter entirely. When she is done with this, tehre are perhaps thirty of the odd-looking teabags on teh counter, which then get put back into the jug. She takes the time and care to arrange them in neat concentric rows, tails pointing up/ The last few threaten to overflow and spill, so with a grin, she arranges them to look like a giant dandelion puff resting just atop the earthenware jug. This she sends up to the Queen's chamber with millie, letting the maid know that it was to give her majesty strength and energy, and just brew it like regular tea**

(17:46:53)

Sofia Bint Nasrullah
~Guest of WS~
is in the Infirmary, and says to ALL: ~Her next project is for the Lady who had been troubled by nightmares. This time she blends Chamomile and Catmint, then adds just a tiny measure of lobelia to make it all work, though not enough to cause any taste or scent in the tea...not too much, anyway. Considering the possibility, Sofia consults her scrolls again trying to find something to sweeten the mix a little~

(17:48:27)

Sofia Bint Nasrullah
~Guest of WS~
is in the Infirmary, and says to ALL: Ah yes, of course! ~A small jar of conserve of violets is put on teh counter, then Sofia bags up this batch of teabags, arranging it like the first except formign a neat spiral of the tails on top~

(17:49:39)

Sofia Bint Nasrullah
~Guest of WS~
is in the Infirmary, and says to ALL: ~This time Mollie is the lucky winner, Sofia letting her know that teh tea is brewed like normal, and sweeten with a spoon of the violet conserve if the lady desired a sweetener.~

[Lady Edfeil]

((*smiles brightly* I am finally having some time again to be in the room. Looking forward to playing with you again.))

[LadyLaurestina]

(( I too shall post Sofia...... catmint aye? * just shakes my head and laughs*))

[sofia]

((as a hardcore insomniac, I can vouch for catnip n' chamomile tea heheh))

[sofia]

(22:25:58)

Sofia Bint Nasrullah
~Guest of WS~
is in the Infirmary, and says to --=Tyrun the Norseman=---: ~She leads you into the Infirmary, and proceeds to light three lamps and stir the coals a little. A kettle of hot water steams in the coals, and it's not a minute before she's ladled out about a pint's worth. Into this goes a handfull of lavendar flowers to steep. While this is steeping, she has to retrieve a small jar from a shelf. Stepping lightly she simply climbs the two shelves below, then jumps back down lightly**

(22:27:45)
--=Tyrun the Norseman=---
`
Warrior, philosopher, tavern lout
S.L.O.B.S.
Captain of the Zephyr
GCTC -=- CoTi
Honorary Angel
says to Sofia Bint Nasrullah~Gues: *by the time you hop down from the shelf, I am already up and stoking the coals..........it seems I am incapable of sitting still*

(22:29:21)

Sofia Bint Nasrullah
~Guest of WS~
is in the Infirmary, and says to --=Tyrun the Norseman=---: *A soft chuckle escapes, and she points firmly to the stool nearby* Please to be seated so I may tend your hand in good light, Sir **And indeed a small table was there too, bearing a basin, the jar, and several clean cloths, right under the three lamps*

(22:30:27)

Sofia Bint Nasrullah
~Guest of WS~
is in the Infirmary, and says to --=Tyrun the Norseman=---: brb quick r/t

(22:32:04)
--=Tyrun the Norseman=---
`
Warrior, philosopher, tavern lout
S.L.O.B.S.
Captain of the Zephyr
GCTC -=- CoTi
Honorary Angel
says to Sofia Bint Nasrullah~Gues: *plops myself down*...yes ma'am.........*fidgets* Ya know....on second thought, maybe my knuckles aren't so bad......*smiles brightly and flexes my fingers.......almost succeeding in hiding the pain*

(22:35:46)

Sofia Bint Nasrullah
~Guest of WS~
is in the Infirmary, and says to --=Tyrun the Norseman=---: *She chuckles softly and settles on the other stool, taking your hand in both of hers. Dark eyes look to you** I am thinkig you are very proud of your ship, yes?

(22:36:35)
--=Tyrun the Norseman=---
`
Warrior, philosopher, tavern lout
S.L.O.B.S.
Captain of the Zephyr
GCTC -=- CoTi
Honorary Angel
says to Sofia Bint Nasrullah~Gues: *eyes you all cautious*.....maybe

(22:37:52)

Sofia Bint Nasrullah
~Guest of WS~
is in the Infirmary, and says to --=Tyrun the Norseman=---: *Grins softly and keeps talking, her purpose being to get your mind somewhere else while she worked on your hand* Maybe? *chuckles* Like...maybe the sky is blue, and maybe the sun rises and sets?

(22:39:33)
--=Tyrun the Norseman=---
`
Warrior, philosopher, tavern lout
S.L.O.B.S.
Captain of the Zephyr
GCTC -=- CoTi
Honorary Angel
says to Sofia Bint Nasrullah~Gues: *nods* yeah. *watches you as you work* What are you doing now?

(22:41:12)

Sofia Bint Nasrullah
~Guest of WS~
is in the Infirmary, and says to --=Tyrun the Norseman=---: Just cleaning it **Slender hands take one of the cloths and dip it into the warm water, then squeeze it over the cut, holdign your hand over the basin* The lavendar will help to stop the tainting of flesh, and also make flesh heal...here...it is a very gentle thing, see?

(22:45:24)
--=Tyrun the Norseman=---
`
Warrior, philosopher, tavern lout
S.L.O.B.S.
Captain of the Zephyr
GCTC -=- CoTi
Honorary Angel
says to Sofia Bint Nasrullah~Gues: *watching curiously, now that I know I ain;t to be tortured*......The lavendar smells nice, I must say.....

(22:46:43)

Sofia Bint Nasrullah
~Guest of WS~
is in the Infirmary, and says to --=Tyrun the Norseman=---: ~Once the gash is clean and entirely odorless except for the trace of lavendar, she takes a blunted needle and begins to deftly stroke the splinters out. Her movements are tiny, precise, causing no further damage * I am glad you like it, it is a very good medicine for healing **Then she opens the jar, it's a greenish ointment with almost no fragrance, and this she applies liberally to the cut**

(22:48:43)
--=Tyrun the Norseman=---
`
Warrior, philosopher, tavern lout
S.L.O.B.S.
Captain of the Zephyr
GCTC -=- CoTi
Honorary Angel
PRIVATELY whispers to Sofia Bint Nasrullah~Gues: Hey. please forgive me, but RT calls....thanks for the excxellent RP

(22:49:07)

Sofia Bint Nasrullah
~Guest of WS~
is in the Infirmary, and says to --=Tyrun the Norseman=---: ok see ya *S* thanks

(22:49:41)

Sofia Bint Nasrullah
~Guest of WS~
is in the Infirmary, and says to --=Tyrun the Norseman=---: ~Almost done, she ties a bandage into place just beofre youdash out*

[LadyLaurestina]

She had just gotten herself finally settled down..... when much to her dismay the roosters began thair bantering and then deciding it was time to crow.... outside her window the couryard seemed to bustling.... The lady was nae aware of the time...nor the sun coming up...as the heavy dark blue drapes were tightly pulled shut.

Why on earth were they crowing in the middle of the night? .....and what on earth could be going on in the courtyard... surely there must be guests arriving later than expected.... and how grateful she was for remembing to lay more logs on the fire in the main hall.

She tired to shut her eyes... and seek the shelter of a good nights rest, but she couldn't help but again see the ghost ..... * tears filled her eyes remembering all her dear friends and family that seemed to dissappear from life..... perhaps now they were coming back to visit her... surely that must be the case...and she hated to carry on about how the ghost reminded her so of Captain Tyrun.... but it was all her cluttered mind could focus on. PUlling a pillow over her head... she tried to shut out the commotion of the animals and horses down below her window.... but then her nose betrayed her as well.... the scent of freshly baked bread filled the room... ..she sat right quick up...threw the pillow on the floor... tossed her hair back and looked around her chambers completely shocked....Since when did Cookie bake in the middle of the night...? ..How could anyone get any sleep...? she realized many folk were presently on leave...but still the Queen was reportedly about..though she nae had seen her in sveral days... so surely something must be amiss somewhere....

as she slowly moved her feet to the edge of the bed.... there was a quick knock on her door...a little more concererned now.... she looked for her bedside candle.... as the torch must have blew itself out....

" MI Lady...tis..I Molly.... I have brought thee some tea....."

[LadyLaurestina]

((ack..sorry 'bout all the bad spelling...I pressed the button too soon.... so it fired off before I fixed it... * sighs*))

[sofia]

(Laurestina...been busy and forgetful, jsut wanted you to know i really appreciate your r/p in this thread, and love reading yourposts *S*)

[Lady Laurestina]

(( Mi Lady Sofia...tis you that has so inspired me...I thank YOU for starting this thread and letting me enjoy... Please know I love what you write as well!! ....* smiles*))

[LadyLaurestina]

Picking up her bedside candle....sliding her feet into the lambs wool slippers....she shuffled like a woman twice her age to the door... grumbling all the way... things about waking the dead..and such....
...."Goodness gracious Mi Dearie Mollie.... tis the middle of the night..."...Why are thee waking me with tea in the middle of the night ? Did I call for it? I seem to be having mi a bad time of it.... much seems to be escaping mi memory.. . Mollie...? Mollie?

As she opened the door, two languid dark glistening eyes smiled at her.... and when Mollie eyes met hers..they both took a huge sign of relief. Mollie handed her the steaming cup of brewed tea and at the same time, she could nae help but notice the hall was golden in color. What time was it she wondered ? She found herself becoming rather agitated now....and .... Startled a bit as well...... The lady thought things had certainly progressively moved in another direction now..and one that certainly was nae steeped in reality. Now quite perturbed as well with the rooster crowing, the knocking in the middle of the night, apparitions and smells and what now....... ..well things certainly had simply stopped making sense to her. Now inhaling the mist rising from the tea and balancing the lit candle in the other hand she asked Mollie..." MI dear.....TIS this be what I think it mightiest be?... be it cat tea? ...
Now Mollie being a lass of much good right and proper sense as seen many strange things in the castle proper , there had been many an occasions in which the lady that she faced presently had set many eyes to squint... but all knew or what she herself surmised, it twas just the way of the healer lady. And so it seemed that all was in done with a good earnest warm hearted love. She wondered if indeed one could ever say the lady was ..well quite the modle of a lady of the court. In fact.. Mollie could have gone as far as to wonder if indeed this one was truly a lady at all, why the way she did carry on sometimes...and now.. what ever cure the lady was up to was indeed most strange. She was carrying a candle and it was after all mid day!!! Mollie leaned in a bit towards the lady and looking over her shoulder could plainly see it was as dark and dank as a coffin in her chamber. She didn't dare speak another word but rather hesitated a few minutes to not only deal with her own confusion concerning the lady's rather strange ways but also to see if there would be any other questions.

lady laurestina stood quite still.... ponering the leaves floating upon the surface of the cup......and sipping it down..making sure not to swallow any of the leaves.....It was just then that Mollie piped up realizing that yes she was asked a question. " Oh Aye mi lady tis cat mint tea already.. .....aaaaaand"....
The lady cut her off...." Mollie... who sent the tea... ?"

" Oh..Mi lady it be the lady in the infirmary... a dark haired visitor who knows much about healing herbs.. ... aye thee know.....like thee ami lady..like thee... and she ...well she heard thee this morning making such a fuss and all... so she sent thee this tea...that thee will rest easy...I think that is what she said MI Lady...." * smiling now, and nervous as can be, her hands ringing the apron as she spoke in all earnestness and sincerity.......*

"Aye...aye..MI dear Mollie.. and that explains so very much... I thank dear lass..." as she
Hesitanted often in her speech..it was apparent she was overcome with emotion for what she hadn't known.
Now more so than ever before..... she needed time to gather her thoughts together and make sense of the nights events. ....
* nodding her head..she spoke once more to Mollie....." now be on thy way mi dear lass,,,,and please don't concern thyself now with mi.....and........what ever it is that I have going on here.....I shall take care of my self....aye...? you hear mi lass...? "
" Thank thee thank thee... oh thank thee mi dear Mollie for the tea and for explaining a bit....I needed to hear it....thank thee MI dear."

As Mollie walked away.... and the lady blew out the candle, set down the tea and opened the curtains wide to let in the sun.....
she wondered how she could have lost track of time.... and worst of all.... who was this lady in question? How did this work with the shostly figure? What about the smells.... well that was probly her making those noises then....aye.... * shaking her head and smiling now... I see...I see* BUT...she stopped herself short...scouling now...." There was something a little off.... there was much not right " Was it with the tea.? Nae.. the tea was wonderful... seemed to make she less irritable.... or so it seemed for now.... BUT...... she remembered something that he had once read about cat mint tea....something .. oh what ever was it....?? ... hallucinations...maybe...? or was it hot sweats..? ..Well, there was certainly no cause for alarm....... There would never be any one allowed in the infirmary who would cause any harm to any.....
or was there...?

[sofia]

(I will put up a roleplay here later tonight when I am done babysitting)

[sofia]

(09:03:00)

Sofia Bint Nasrullah
~Guest of WS~
is in the Private Chambers, and says to ALL: ~A soft tap-tap-tap at her bedroom door draws the woman awake easily eough, Mollie's head poking in as the lass murmurs a soft good morning, and that Hannah wished to see Sofia in the infirmary promptly. Soft arabic slips out of dry lips in a word of thanks before she remembers to say it in english as well. Then she looks again...was there need of hr skills? But Mollie just grins and shakes her head "no" before dashing off about her morning chores with an impish grin. SO with a yawn and a stretch, the woman drags herself out of bed and shivers into her soft wool dress. Mornig ablutions follow swiftly, then petite feet slip into dainty kidskin slippers before she makes her way out of the room and closes the door~

(09:17:03)

Sofia Bint Nasrullah
~Guest of WS~
is in the Infirmary, and says to ALL: ~Stopping only at the kitchen to make a quick cup of hot mint tea with honey, she makes her way into the infirmary, murmuring a soft greeting to Hannah and giving the elder woman a respectful salaam.
"Ahhh Sofia, t'is good to see the again lass" **Hannah's words and tone were warm, and in a moment those old arms catch the younger woman in a brief, strong hug** "I been away too long, I 'ave"
~Hearing those words Sofia grinned, embracing her friend in retur~ Indeed Hannah, far too long. I hoping you have the good days in your travels? ~Her english was slipping a little, as it always did when she was excited or tired, but it makes no difference. In a moment the two women sit near the hearth and get comfortable to talk~

(09:23:12)

Sofia Bint Nasrullah
~Guest of WS~
is in the Infirmary and says to ALL: ~It seemed that Hannah had disappeared due to the birth of her granddaughter's firstborn child...an' a strong an' lusty lad our li'l Billy is too, M'Lady...Hannah beamed with pride, her eyes aglow as she speaks of the wee babe.**
"But what of thyself, Sofia? I see thee's been busy (gesturing to the stack of new scrolls)....and not so busy" As the old woman looked pointedly at the floor badly in need of scrubbing and dust in all sorts of places**

(09:24:50)

Sofia Bint Nasrullah
~Guest of WS~
is in the Infirmary, and says to ALL: And kicks mah pd's

(09:34:51)

Sofia Bint Nasrullah
~Guest of WS~
is in the Infirmary, and says to ALL: ~Sofia had the grace to blush, murmuring an apology and promising to rectify her error promptly. Satisfied, Hannah now makes her old bones rise, to be followed by dark eyes when the whisper of a dragged foot betrays a limp in her right knee. "Come 'ere Sofia, what be these as is written 'ere? **Hannah's withered hands pointing to the scrolls, where traces of Arabic could be found. Sofia smiles, explaining softly** "Those are my scrolls of plants for healing. I was fortunate to spend some days with a most learned elder priest....thee recalls...when I left in late autumn and then returned? **Hannah nods, memory returning now** "I can read some, if you should like me to Hannah?" ~She knew the old woman was illiterate, and besides that these scrolls were in Arabic. Hannah nods, curious as any woman ev er born. "I was careful to choose plants that are common to be found, such as all will know their names" Sofia explains this, even as she reaches and retrieves the thick stack of small scrolls. "But Hannah, I do see thee limp, does th' knee hurt thee?"

(09:41:57)

Sofia Bint Nasrullah
~Guest of WS~
is in the Infirmary, and says to ALL: "Tha' sees too much betimes, lass" Hannah grumbles a little, but the look in her eyes betrays how badly her knee aches. Placing a gentle hand, Sofia helps her friend to sit** "Please Hannah, let me bring you comfort?" SHe wouldn't move without Hannah's permission, but once that grey head nods she wastes no time fillign a small kettle with hot water and setting it pon the glowig coals of the hearth. Next she grabs another small pot and fills it halfway with clean sand from a crock. She sets this in the coals to heat, the retrieves a cloth and lays it pon the hearth. Hannah watches hthe exotic little woman, then asks quietly..."Sofia, who be the big man what knows ye? The one as talks odd an' plays 'is music so nice?

(09:54:09)

Sofia Bint Nasrullah
~Guest of WS~
is in the Infirmary, and says to ALL: ~Slender hands pause in reachig for the dried willow bark and a blend she knew to be good for women in general. Then grabbing one jar in each hand, she sets them to the counter before answering** "His name is Oleg Petrovich. He has been a friend of mie and sometimes travelling companion for many years now." **At this Hannah's wise old eyes cut over sharply, one eyebrow arched as her silent gaze fixes the younger woman. Feeling a bit like a canary in a cat's stare, early conditioning and her friendship compel a deeper explanation~ "Oh no Hannah, I mean not a lover, I am no ghita! You see, he plays the music, as do I. When we are travel together, we both earn better coin, than each on our own could. In time, friendship grew" **Seeming to accept this, the old woman looks down to the hearth "Best mix th' brew dearie, th' water an' sand's nearly 'ot now"

(10:04:36)

Sofia Bint Nasrullah
~Guest of WS~
is in the Infirmary, and says to ALL: ~Returnign to her task, the younger woman is glad for the chance to turn away. Her friendship with Oleg always drew similar reactions. The difference was, normally she didn't feel compelled to explain things to anyone, but Hanah was different. Shaking off those thoughts, she adds willow to the mix of raspberry leaf and nettles leaf, tying the whole into a small clean bag. She drops this into a simple cup, then carries that over to the hearth. usign a clean cloth, slender digits grab the pot and lift it, pouring nearly-boiling water to teh brim of the cup before beig set to one side of the hearth to keep warm. Next her agile digits similarly take up the shallow pot of sand, and pour the hot grains onto the waiting cloth. She grabs the corners up, and swiftly bids the whole with a scrap of yarn to create a loose sack of the piping-hot sand. Wrapping this in the cloth used moments ago as a potholder, she turns and places this gently pon Hannah's knee. Then she takes the cup and puts it near her friend's hand before settling down again. Under her careful watch, Hannah begins to relax, her eyes closing as teh heat sinks in. Her weathered paws come to rest on top of the hotpack, keeping it in place. In a moment, her fingers begin to relax too, and sofia smiles, sipping her mint tea waiting for the other to brew. The scrolls still on the table, she begins to look through them, deciding which to read for Hannah**

[sofia]

PART TWO **Please note all info is copied from Culpepper's complete Herbal (circa 1600's) so for heavens' sakes please don't try to use these herbs at home following these words!! And yes I know the source text is a few centuries late, so if someone knows of an earlier one available in english, or even an english translation, I would dearly love to know about it pretty please with a cherry on top

(10:17:20)

Sofia Bint Nasrullah
~Guest of WS~
is in the Infirmary, and says to ALL: ~As Hannah relaxes, the younger woman touches one particular scroll and grins. Yes, this would do nicely. Who would have thought such a commo, pretty little plant could be so useful? Opening the scroll, she begins to read silently in Arabic, then must think of the english to translate. Fortunately many years of practice with english make this a lot easier than it would seem. Drawing a breath, she begins to speak~

Of violets, this is the teaching I was given, Hannah.
Government and virtues : They are a fine pleasing plant of Venus, of a mild nature, no way harmful. All the Violets are cold and moist while they are fresh and green, and are used to cool any heat, or distemperature of the body, either inwardly or outwardly, as inflammations in the eyes, in the matrix or fundament, in imposthumes also, and hot swellings, to drink the decoction of the leaves and flowers made with water in wine, or to apply them poultice-wise to the grieved places: it likewise eases pains in the head, caused through want of sleep; or any other pains arising of heat, being applied in the same manner, or with oil of roses. A dram weight of the dried leaves or flower of Violets, but the leaves more strongly, doth purge the body of choleric humours, and assuages the heat, being taken in a draught of wine, or any other drink; the powder of the purple leaves of the flowers, only picked and dried and drank in water, is said to help the quinsy, and the falling-sickness in children, especially in the beginning of the disease. The flowers of the white Violets ripen and dissolve swellings.
The herb or flowers, while they are fresh, or the flowers when they are dry, are effectual in the pleurisy, and all diseases of the lungs, to lenify the sharpness in hot rheums, and the hoarseness of the throat, the heat also and sharpness of urine, and all the pains of the back or reins, and bladder. It is good also for the liver and the jaundice, and all hot agues, to cool the heat, and quench the thirst; but the syrup of Violets is of most use, and of better effect, being taken in some convenient liquor: and if a little of the juice or syrup of lemons be put to it, or a few drops of the oil of vitriol, it is made thereby the more powerful to cool the heat, and quench the thirst, and gives to the drink a claret wine colour, and a fine tart relish, pleasing to the taste.
Violets taken, or made up with honey, do more cleanse and cool, and with sugar contrary-wise. The dried flower of Violets are accounted amongst the cordial drinks, powders, and other medicines, especially where cooling cordials are necessary. The green leaves are used with other herbs to make plaisters and poultices to inflammations and swellings, and to ease all pains whatsoever, arising of heat, and for the piles also, being fried with yolks of eggs, and applied thereto.

(10:42:56)

Sofia Bint Nasrullah
~Guest of WS~
is in the Infirmary, and says to ALL: ~Hannah listened as Sofia spoke, then her blue eyes opened~ "Gracious 'eavens! I never knowed there was so much to violets as thee's got written there! Such a pretty little flower they is, an' so nice. Does't know 'ow to make violet beads, Sofia?" **The younger woman's dark head shakes no, looking curiously to her friend**
"Take thee as many petals as will fill a small pot in a goodly way, but not overfull. Then ye put in water to barely cover, and bring it to the simmer an hour each morning for three days, stirrin' it good. The paste will be dark and thick then, an' a rusty pot will turn th' paste blacker than a bright pot will. Use a measure to keep them th' same, and make the paste into balls. Stick them through on a round straw (like from grass) and turn them a little bit on the straw regular-like or they'll stick to it. It's best to stick the end of the straw in a bucket of sand near the fire, Sofia, so they stays round and dries quick

(10:52:07)

Sofia Bint Nasrullah
~Guest of WS~
is in the Infirmary, and says to ALL: ~Now hannah takes a few sips of the tea, then rolls and shifts the hot pack on her knee for better comfort. The Moroccan beauty smiles to her friend~"Ohhh, is this how the rosary beads are made too? ~Her mind had instantly connected the described process to the fragrant prayer rosaries she had seen used during her winter sheltered in the convent. She had loved the scent of those beads, but never learned their making as it was simply the wrong time of year and nobody thought of it then. Hannah's grey head nods.~ "It is, but fer rosary they uses blessin's an' 'oly water an' such, or I'd think they do, any'ow"

EDITED TO ADD:

(11:10:58)

Sofia Bint Nasrullah
~Guest of WS~
is in the Infirmary, and says to ALL: ~She rose after some minutes of comfortable silence and placed a little more wood on the fire, blowing softly to kiss jumping flames licking and dancing into vibrant life. Then it occurs to her that there's a simple bellows on the wall right there. She can only chuckle and shake her dark head. Warmth begins to radiate out, then she slips a shawl round Hannah's shoulders as the elder lady had seemingly dozed off~

(11:17:31)

Sofia Bint Nasrullah
~Guest of WS~
is in the Infirmary, and says to ALL: ~The sand would stay warm for nearly an hour yet, but the young woman makes a second sandbag anyway, laying it directly on teh hot stones of the hearth, but not too near the flames. It would be ready when Hannah needed it. Only then does the young woma take a cloth ad begin working on cleaning the surfaces of the inevitable dust and plant matter. She spends only a few moments, leaving them dust-free with swift efficiency. Taking up her tea, she refills it with more hot water from the pot...gives Hannah's cup a top-off too....then takes her cup and heads toward the hall~

[sofia]

*Moving amongst the crowded infirmary, she makes her way between people and limbs and children, swatting an occasional wandering hand from a wounded man. Her dark pools note the general health of the people, and that they seem to be a people of clean habits. Even the dirtiest clothes are merely dirty and not smelly, no outbreak of lice nor other vermin thank the prophet, and now that they are beginning to settle a little a warm and innate courtesy can be heard in their words and ways. The Moroccan woman smiles a little, and makes her way to the very back of the room, the part in deepest gloomiest shadow. Here she takes a breath, and lifts lighted torch to the shelves back there...a sigh of relief....the light flickering over rows and rows of medicinal herbs, teas, salves, syrups, tinctures, all the ones prepared by her own hands a year and a half ago. These were older, but a few sniffs reveals them to still have a pleasant earthy herby scent. Further inspection shows that there is no corruption, though a few tracks in the dust show that an ambitious mouse had tried to launch a dinner raid on the dried herbs. She grins a little, for clearly the rodent's valiant attempt had failed. Now she steps out of the gloom, calling to some of the women. As they come over, she shows them the jars and pots. In particular she shows them the salves and wound wash herbs, explaining how to measure the plant matter and water, and to steep for a quarter of an hour. She instructs them to wash their hands very well also with this wash, to keep corruption from their hands. She also instructs them on the making and cleaning of bandages, and how used ones must be boiled white again before being re-used. Being of clean customs to begin with the ladies understand immediately, one going to brew several small pots of the wound washing tea, the others going about checking the wounded to see what would need attention first. The tiny woman then accosts a pair of teenaged girls, askign them to take children and baskets...a guardsman will escort them and show the way....and please gather this and that herbs. Their appearance is described, the dried samples shown...the girls know what is required...then they round up about 8 children and baskets and a pair of small knives....recruit a guardsman...and head off to gather the raw ingredients of the medicines that will be needed.


((Pls feel free to use/administer as needed this supply was made for a time of need *smiles*))

[Lady Edfeil]

((how wonderful! Thank you so much))