[Fin] Aylin Fetches Medicinal Plants

[Alethryia]

Character || Aylin
Stage || Spirit Worker
Crafting || A SIMPLE REQUEST
Crafting Stat || 16 (+2)
Difficulty || 10
Roll Needed || 18-10=8 [3-9: 80-100]
Rolled || 48
Outcome || failure
Experience earned || 5

"A request from a merchant, innkeeper, or healer for some medicinal herbs, wild grown food, or meat or pelts from animals that grow or are found in the wilderness near the town. "

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[Alethryia]

Reshel reminded Aylin of the herbs that needed to be gathered for the day’s patient requests, “... You have ‘em all sorted in your mind then, and you’ll know ‘em when you see ‘em?” She nodded happily and replied with an easy laugh, “Yes Reshel, these are all plants I’ve gathered time and time again.”

She exited the healer’s hut and whistled for Iona- the difficult sailscale, as endearing as she was, still needed ample training and this would serve as a good opportunity. The muffle ruffling of soft blue and purple-spotted wings betrayed the small reptiles approach as she glided down gracefully from a nearby branch. She had really taken to this change of environment, gliding effortlessly from tree to tree and gorging herself on the native insects and other small creatures.

The pair traveled through the canopy, making their way easily from bough to bough as Aylin navigated them towards the spots where these herbs normally grew. She found there first little grove in the hollow created between several large branches- the detritus of the foliage that normally collected there yielded a rich soil, and the branches worked as a sort of funnel that lead rain to the hollow so water was in ample supply as well. She plucked a handful of the delicate yellow flowers and wrapped them carefully in a scrap of cloth to be placed in her belt pouches. As she moved to store the herbs though Iona suddenly hissed and flared her wings- knocking the packet from Aylin’s hand and causing her to lose her balance. Her feet slipped from the branch just as her eyes caught sight of the the sumudu that had emerged from its camouflaged position and was now facing off against Iona. Aylin cried out as she searched desperately for a vine or a handhold to latch onto. The ground was approaching too fast- there was nothing to grab, she hurriedly reached out to the air around her, and wielding her magic, called upon the air to buffet her fall and soften her unceremonious landing. Her weight crashed into the ground and she bit back tears as she felt her ankle give way. She knew from her work as a healer that it was twisted, but she was drained from the energy it had taken to so suddenly wield the air that had prevented her from dying. Aylin struggled to raise herself up and was thankful to have her sturdy staff with her, it would now be serving the much more mundane function as a temporary crutch. Her attention was caught by Iona’s curious chirp- she was clinging to the side of a nearby trunk and had the now dead sumudu between her jaws. With a sigh, she shook her head and motioned for Iona to follow- at least the sailscale had successfully foraged.

[WC: 473]