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 Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2005 7:34 am
"Just give me a second, sweetie, then we'll go for our walk." Foenix pulled a light-weight sweater on over her head and knelt down to pull on her shoes.
Nehanda sat at Foenix's dressing table, playing with her guardian's jewelry. She liked the way the metal gleamed and the occasional gem sparkled in the sunklight that poured in through the window. Lifting an earring, she inspected the little art deco cat closely. "Feenix, wat's dis?"
Foenix looked over. "Oh, that's an earring, hun. I hang them in these little holes in my earlobes." Wallking over, she sat down and offered her ear for Nehanda's inspection.
The child reached up and gently fingered the tiny hole. "Did you put the holes in? Did it hurt?"
Foenix grinned. "I didn't do it myself. I went to a place called a 'piercing parlor.' They put little holes in everything from ears to eyebrows to belly buttons to-" She broke off and colored, deciding that a Prince Edward wasn't something she was ready to explain to her little girl. "I know that a couple of my friends pierced their own ears, though. It just takes a sharp needle and some string. But I think that's a little creepy."
Standing, she flattened her sweater over her hips. "Well, ready for that walk?"
Nodding, Nehanda put the earring down. She followed her guardian from the room, a thoughtful expression on her face.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2005 7:42 am
Yakobi The young Aerandir slowly made his way up to front of the house. His red eyes looking over the place making sure he was at the right place. He had been given his directions, but for training purposes been sent to the house by himself. Finding that it was the correct house the boy walked up to the door, knocking upon it once before placing down an envelope then running off to finish delivering his pile of letters. This was only the first dilvery after all.Inside the Envelope  The back of the invite Hey Foenix & Nehanda!
Just wanted to ask a favour as well as send the invitation. We're gonna be dealing with fire with regards to candles and small campfires and such. I'd be really appreciative if Nehanda could maybe put together some sort of first aid kit? I don't plan on anyone getting burned - but it never hurts to be cautious, right?
Thank you in advance, and we hope to see you there!
~ Kiro & Tsu Nehanda opened the door in response to the knock, but only caught sight of someone's tail before he disappeared down the path. Shrugging, she looked down at the letter which had been delivered. She painstakingly made her way through the invitation and the brief note on the back. "Feenix!" Turning, she ran back inside. "We gots a invitation to Hallyween! And I gots to make a fist-aid kit!"
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2005 9:38 am
Foenix bent over the little headband she was trying to finish. "Just fit in there, you stupid-" The little blue acrylic ball finally popped onto it's spring. "There! Finished." Standing up, she pulled together the little body suit, wing coverings, and antennae headband. "Nehanda? Where are you, sweetie! We've got to get you into this so we can make it to the party!"
We're in the kitchen, Foenix!" Kylara replied. "I'm just helping her put everything into the kit. Tell you what," she looked down at the Aerandir child. "I'll finish this, and you can go put on your costume."
"Whee!" with another squeal, Nehadna hopped down from her stool. "I gets ta be a butterfly!"
"Yup!" Foenix laughed. As she helped her charge pull the leotard up over her shoulders, she looked toward the Jivvin. "You all set there?"
Nehanda beat Kylara to the answer. "Uh huh! I gots Aloe Vera salve, and St. John's Wort, and I packed some of the Itch stuff!" She was refering to a mixture of comfrey, chickweed, plantain, olive oil, and vitamin E that soothed insect bites.
"That sounds great, hun." Foenix bit her lip as she carefully stretched out Nehanda's wings and pulled the slightly transparent cloth over them. It was a snug fit, but they looked really great. "You might want to add something for tummy aches. I bet a lot of people are going to eat too much candy."
The little girl looked down and thought for a second. "Maybe peppermint tea? And some ginger? That oughta work."
"That sounds good," Kylara agreed. "And you've already got some of those made up already. I'll just add some tea bags here." She did so, and carefully closed the kit. It had been packed well enough that everything should be well padded.
"Come on, come on, come on! Let's go!" Nehanda squirmed as Foenix readjusted the headband."
"Almost done here, sweetie. You look so good with your hair down like that!" It was true. Foenix had taken out Nehanda's pigtails and tied the hair back into a single loose tail that fell down her back.
"Okay! Let's go!"
"Great!" With a laugh, Foenix stood up and reached for the medical kit Kiro had asked them to prepare. "I have no idea when we'll be back, Kylara. But feel free to come down and join us." With that, she ran out the door after Nehanda, who hadn't bothered to wait for her.
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2005 10:19 am
Nehanda's Halloween Costume! 
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 6:50 am
Quote: 11.08.05 Hi, Journal. It's me. We jus got back from the Halloween party that Kiro and Tsu made. I had lots of fun. Foenix made me a buterfly costuum, and it looked realy pretty too. There was a big fire on the beach. I made up the kit that Kiro asked me to bring, but noone got hurt. That's good. There were a lot of us there. Tsu was a really cute goste, and Delta was a pretty prinsess. I think she likes pink a lot. I don't like pink so much, but it was prety on her. And who else? Oh, Keanu was there, and he dressed up like a pirate, like I thought would be good. There were other kids there, bit I didn't realy talk to them. Keanu made yummy pumpkin pies from my pumpkins, and Tsu told a scary story that I liked a lot. and then we went home. I like Halloween. I can't wait for it to be Hallyween again next year.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 7:19 am
Nehanda yawned sleepily as she wandered into the kitchen. "Mornin', Foenix."
Foenix looked over from the stove. "Hi there, sleepy head. You stayed in bed pretty late today. Tired from the party?"
The little girl nodded as she pushed herself up into a chair at the kitchen table. "It was lots of fun, though. I gots to talk to Delta again. She's really pretty now."
"Yes, but I think you're just as pretty, hun." Slipping sliced of crisp french toast onto a platter, the woman brought it overto the table and forked two slices onto each of their plates. Before sitting down, she stopped and ran a hand over Nehanda's hair. "This hair style looks so nice on you. It makes you look all grown up."
It was true. Nehanda's hair had grown significantly in the past few months. Now, it flowed down her back. She lifted a self-conscious hand to one of the shorter pieces that fell in front. "Foenix, could I leave it like this? I wiked the pigtails, but I think I wike this more. It'll keep it outa my way better when I'm working in the garden."
"Oh, that's a nice idea." Kylara had entered the kitchen in time to hear Nehanda's comment. "We could pull it back with a pretty ribbon or something along those lines. Maybe a long braid?"
Foenix shrugged and nodded. "It's your hair, Nehanda. You can fix it any way you want to. Why don't you two go play aroud with styles after breakfast?"
Nehand anodded eagerly and giggled as she and Kylara bent over their plates to discuss the change.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 7:28 am
"Foenix, look!" The redhead glanced up from her book as Nehanda came running toward her. The pigtails were now gone, replaced with a grown-up looking back 'do. "Come over here and turn around, sweetie. Let me see!" Nehanda obligingly spun around and plopped her little butt down on the porch steps, and Foenix ran a finger down the child's hair. "Did Kylara do this for you? It's so lovely." The two humanoids had trimmed Nehanda;s bangs so that they no longer fell over her eyes. A few wispy curls, too short to be pulled back into the braid, fell softly around her face. As for the braid itself, it was a loose, 5-stranded concoction that fell almost past Nehanda's waist. There was a lovely blue ribbon with gold embroidery wound through it, then tied off in a small bow at the end. The Aerandir shook her head back and forth. "It feels so heavy!" she laughed. "I like it a lot! And Kylara says she'll show me how to wrap it up in a bun thing when I'm working!" "Fabulous, sweetie!" Foenix gave her an encouraging hug. ((Here's a close-up of the ribbon. Basically, a loose, many-stranded braid that falls about to Nehanda's waist. She's still got bangs, with some longer pieces curling on either side of her face. ))  
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2005 4:46 am
Foenix sipped her coffee as she stepped out onto the porch. It was early, the sky just turning from night's purples and blues into the pinks and oranges of dawn. The red-haired woman blew at the steam rising from her mug.
Nehanda was already busy at work in the garden. Foenix knew that the little girl had a few private projects of her own, and that she liked to tend to them first thing every morning. That was fine, of course; if Nehanda insisted upon privacy for these projects, it meant that Foenix could sleep in a bit!
"Mornin', Foenix." Those early chores complete, Nehanda stepped up onto the porch. She had finished pruning back the speading leaves and stems of the flowers she was growing for Foenix, and checked upon some of the more delicate herbs and plants. Now she was hungry, and ready for breakfast!
Foenix knew her little girl well, so she smiled and turned toward the doorway. "I was thinking we'd have crepes today."
"What's a crepe?" Nehanda wanted to know.
"Come on. I'll show you. Just . . . no touching the stove."
After all, Nehanda and cooking could only end in disaster, it seemed.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2005 8:05 am
"Foenix?" Nehanda poked her head into the main room. "I'm ready for you ta look over my plant info." "Already?" Foenix in turn raised her head from the book she was reading. "That was fast. You're getting so much better with your typing." Marking her page, she closed the book, rose, and walked over to join her charge. "Yeah. I guess, since you made me practice all my grammar and stuff so much, it's getting lots easier to write stuff out." Nehanda led them into the little office, and stood to the side as Foenix read over her latest entry. Quote:
Fleabane [Inula dysenterica] is closely related to Elecampane and other species of Inula, and by Linnaeus, whom Hooker follows, is assigned to the same genus, although placed, with a smaller variety, in a separate genus, Pulicaria, by the botanist Gaertner.
This plant has medicinal properties, and is ranked high in the estimation of herbalists around the world. It was formerly used in dysentery, and on this account received its specific name from Linnaeus, who in his Flora Suecia says that he had been informed by General Keit, of the Russian Army, that his soldiers, in one of their expeditions against Persia, were cured of dysentery by means of this plant. Our old authors call it 'Middle Fleabane' - Ploughman's Spikenard being the Great Fleabane; both names being derived from the fact that, if burnt, the smoke from them drives away fleas and other insects. The generic name, Pulicaria, refers to this property, the Latin name for the flea being Pulex.
By the Arabians, it is called Rarajeub, or Job's Tears, from a tradition that Job used a decoction of this herb to cure his ulcers. It was formerly recommended for the itch and other cutaneous disorders.
It is a rough-looking plant, well marked by its soft, hoary foliage, and large terminal flat heads of bright yellow flowers, single, or one or two together, about an inch across, large in proportion to the size of the plant, the ray florets very numerous, long and narrow, somewhat paler than the florets in the centre or disk.
The creeping rootstock is perennial, and sends up at intervals stems reaching a height of 1 to 2 feet. These stems are woolly, branched above and very leafy, the leaves oblong, 1 1/2 to 2 1/2 inches long, heart or arrowshaped at the base, embracing the stem, irregularly waved and toothed. Like the stem, the leaves are more or less covered with a woolly substance, varying a good deal in different plants. The under surface is ordinarily more woolly than the upper, and though the general effect of the foliage varies according to its degree of woolliness, it is at best a somewhat dull and greyish green.
The plant is in bloom from the latter part of July to September. The fruit is silky and crowned by a few short, unequal hairs of a dirty-white, with an outer ring of very short bristles or scales, a characteristic which distinguishes it from Elecampane and other members of the genus Inula, whose pappus consists of a single row of hairs this being the differing point which has led to its being assigned to a distinct genus, Pulicaria.
The leaves when bruised have a somewhat soap-like smell. The sap that lies in the tissues is bitter, astringent and saltish, so that animals will not eat the plant, and this astringent character, to which no doubt the medicinal properties are to be ascribed, is imparted to decoctions and infusions of the dried herb.
The following is taken from Miss E. S. Rohde's Old English Herbals: 'Fleabane bound to the forehead is a great helpe to cure one of the frensie.'
'Fleabane on the lintel of the door I have hung,
S. John's wort, caper and wheatears
With a halter as a roving a**
Thy body I restrain.
O evil spirit, get thee hence!
Depart, O evil Demon.' Foenix made a few quick spelling corrections, then hit 'save' and grinned over at Nehanda. "This looks terrific. You've been doing a wonderful job with your plant research, hun. The girl shrugged and colored. "It's what I'm s'posed be doin'. I like it." "Yes," Foenix rose, "I know you do."
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2005 7:23 am
Nehanda tip-toed into the house, keeping a close eye out for Foenix. The woman had said that she'd be working in her office all afternoon, so it should be safe . . .
Scampering into the kitchen, she clambered up onto a tall stool and searched through the cabinets. It was really hard to do it quietly, because there was all that glass stuff, and it all clinked together when she pushed glasses aside. But she had to find the right one!
"Nehanda? What are you doing?" Kylara quickly stepped forward to support the girl when she wobbled on the stool.
"Kylara! Go away! It's a secret." Nehanda twisted her body in an attempt to hide what she had carried in. "Go 'way! I can get it myself."
The Jivvin obligingly averted her head from the flowers lying on the counter. "I'm not looking. But what are you trying to find? Maybe I can get it for you without spoiling the secret."
Nehanda frowned and thought that over for a moment. "Well, I guess that'd be okay. I wand the big pretty vase that Foenix puts really nice stuff in."
"The cut crystal vase? I know where that is." Stepping over to the side, Kylara carefully removed a large vase from the top shelf of a cabinet. "Do you want me to put some water in it?"
"Yeah, sure. That'd be good too." Nehanda grabbed her surprise flowers and held them awkwardly behind her back as she climbed down from her stool. "Once Kylara placed the filed vase on the table, she used her free hand to wave the Jivvin away. "Thanks. Go away now, okay? Please? And maybe you could get Foenix to come in, like, five minutes?"
Finally left alone, the Aerandir girl carefully arranged the flowers she had cut. She finished just in time; Foenix's voice could be heard as she follwoed Kylara out into the main room.
"What's she want? I'm a little busy, Kylara. That deadline's tomorrow, and I've still got four chapters to edit." The low voice was quickly followed by the woman herself. Stopping at the table, she folded her arms. "Nehanda, what's up?"
"I wanted to give you these." Nehanda picked the vase up off the table and walked over to her guardian. It was a little hard, because the vase was really heavy, and the flowers were big.
"Oh, wow." Foenix swiftly took control of the vase, partially to avoiding its being dropped, but mostly to get a better look at the large blooms. "These are just gorgeous, Nehanda! Where did you find them? I don't think we've ever seen them before."
Nehanda twisted her fingers behind her back. "That's 'cause they're new. I grafted those big lilies you like with the Empress hydrangea that grows around the island. I know you like purple, so . . . I thought it'd be a good present."
Foenix gasped. Grafting wasn't exactly rocket science, but it wasn't a simple process either. And little Nehanda had done this all by herself! "Hun, this is just amazing. You made these just for me! That means so much to me." Putting the vase aside on the table, she bent over and gave Nehanda a big hug. "Thank you so much."
Nehanda grinned and hugged Feonix back.
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2005 6:31 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2005 7:22 am
"Nehanda, hurry up! We're going to miss the mail drop." Foenix stood impatiently in the doorway, arms folded and foot tapping. On a recent stop over at the Community Centre, she'd noticed lists of requested items posted. It seemed that there were two wisps over on Ar'Idil ready to become children! "I's coming!" The girl jumped down the last few stairs and quickly caught up to Foenix. There were a length of string and a wad of something purple and fuzzy held in one hand. "Okay, we can go now." Without stopping, she passed Foenix and hurried off the porch and down the path. Foenix overtook her charge. "I wrote out some quick notes, so we should be good to go. It'll be exciting to have some Aerandir kids over on the other island. Maybe we can go for a visit." "Yeah, that'd be fun. I bets they've got different plants over there." The woman grinned. Oh, Nehanda. What a one-track mind she had. (Left for Sin and Chao . . .) Quote: There's a small package sitting outside the door, obviously delivered from the other island. Upon opening, there's a note, and a very soft pile of un-spun wool. Quote: Chao- I hope this hunk of purple wool will help Sanar evolve into Child form. I had it left over after one of my knitting projects. ~Foenix and Nehanda  Quote: There is a very small package sitting outside your door, obviously recently delivered from Cetalu. Upon opening, a piece of string falls out. It is red and green spun together and knotted at both ends. There is also a note. Quote: Sin- I heard that you needed some string for Gael to transform into Child form. Hope this helps! 
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2005 7:26 am
"Foenix, this letter was out in one of the trees. I'm pretty sure it's meant for you." Kylara entered the house and handed Foenix a small envelope.Foenix opened it and read aloud: Quote: Dear mysterious person who didn't sign their note -
I want to know your name so that Gael and I can thank you properly. Are you a guardian as well? I'm very greatful for the gift of string that you sent us, and I would love to strike up a conversation with you.
What is your Aerandir like? Is he/she already a child? What was their bond object?
Thanks so much again!
Sin and Gael~! "Oh, for heavens' sake! I'm such a bubblehead sometimes. Let me grab some paper." The woman hurried into her office and wrote out a letter much longer then the one she had initially written to go with Gael's string. Quote: Oh! Silly me. I was in such a rush to make the mail drop that I completely forgot about introducing myself. How silly.
My name's Foenixfyre (call me Foenix), and I'm a guardian over on Cetalu. My Aerandir charge is Nehanda, and she's a blend of Swan and Mesohippus, or prehistoric horse. In fact, Nehanda was the very first Aerandir child of our group! It was very exciting. She is a medical Herbalist in training, and so loves to spend time outside in her gardens. Oh, and her bond object was a small scythe made by Rahujo.
So, what is Gael like? The list left in our Community Centre didn't say much about him, so I took a stab at what colors would work best.
Good luck with his transformation!
~Foenix and Nehanda "There; that's better. I'll just send this off with the next mail drop."
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 1:47 pm
Foenix tipped her head in through the doorway of the extra office and smiled. Nehanda was busily typing away about the latest plant they had researched together. Foenix sighed. She really hoped that Nehanda would keep this enjoyment of academic knowledge as she grew. It gave them something to do together, and she felt that it really was good for Nehanda to fill her brain with more then just the practical growing aspects of plants. Quote: Foxglove [Digitalis purpurea] has many common nick-names, including Witches' Gloves, Dead Men's Bells, Fairy's Glove, Gloves of Our Lady, Bloody Fingers, Virgin's Glove, Fairy Caps, Folk's Glove, and Fairy Thimbles.
The Foxglove derives its common name from the shape of the flowers resembling the finger of a glove. It was originally Folksglove - the glove of the 'good folk' or fairies, whose favourite haunts were supposed to be in the deep hollows and woody dells, where the Foxglove delights to grow. Folksglove is one of its oldest names, and is mentioned in a list of plants in the time of Edward III. Its Norwegian name, Revbielde (Foxbell), is the only foreign one that alludes to the Fox, though there is a northern legend that bad fairies gave these blossoms to the fox that he might put them on his toes to soften his tread when he prowled among the roosts. The earliest known form of the word is the Anglo-Saxon foxes glofa (the glove of the fox).
Foxglove was employed by the old herbalists for various purposes in medicine, most of them wholly without reference to those valuable properties which render it useful as a remedy in the hands of modern physicians. Gerard recommends it to those 'who have fallen from high places,' and Parkinson speaks highly of the bruised herb or of its expressed juice for scrofulous swellings, when applied outwardly in the form of an ointment, and the bruised leaves for cleansing for old sores and ulcers. Dodoens (1554) prescribed it boiled in wine as an expectorant, and it seems to have been in frequent use in cases in which the practitioners of the present day would consider it highly dangerous. Culpepper says it is of: 'a gentle, cleansing nature and withal very friendly to nature. The Herb is familiarly and frequently used by the Italians to heal any fresh or green wound, the leaves being but bruised and bound thereon and the juice thereof is also used in old sores, to cleanse, dry and heal them. It has been found by experience to be available for the King's evil, the herb bruised and applied, or an ointment made with the juice thereof, and so used.... I am confident that an ointment of it is one of the best remedies for a scabby head that is.' Strangely enough, the Foxglove, so handsome and striking in the English landscape, is not mentioned by Shakespeare, or by any of the old English poets. The earliest known descriptions of it are those given about the middle of the sixteenth century by Fuchs and Tragus in their Herbals. According to an old manuscript, the Welsh physicians of the thirteenth century appear to have frequently made use of it in the preparation of external medicines. Gerard and Parkinson advocate its use for a number of complaints, and later Salmon, in the New London Dispensatory, praised the plant. It was introduced into the London Pharmacopoeia in 1650, though it did not come into frequent use until a century later, and was first brought prominently under the notice of the medical profession by Dr. W. Withering, who in his Acount of the Foxglove, 1785, gave details of upwards of 200 cases, chiefly dropsical, in which it was used.
A domestic use of Foxglove was general throughout North Wales at one time, when the leaves were used to darken the lines engraved on the stone floors which were fashionable then. This gave them a mosaic-like appearance.
The plant will flourish best in well drained loose soil, preferably of siliceous origin, with some slight shade. The plants growing in sunny situations possess the active qualities of the herb in a much greater degree than those shaded by trees, and it has been proved that those grown on a hot, sunny bank, protected by a wood, give the best results.
It grows best when allowed to seed itself, but if it is desired to raise it by sown seed, 2 lb. of seed to the acre are required. As the seeds are so small and light, they should be mixed with fine sand in order to ensure even distribution. They should be thinly covered with soil. The seeds are uncertain in germination, but the seedlings may be readily and safely transplanted in damp weather, and should be pricked out to 6 to 9 inches apart. Sown in spring, the plant will not blossom till the following year. Seeds must be gathered as soon as ripe. The flowers of the true medicinal type must be pure, dull pink or magenta, not pale-coloured, white or spotted externally. It is estimated that one acre of good soil will grow at least two tons of the Foxglove foliage, producing about 1/2 ton of the dried leaves
The leaves alone are now used for the extraction of the drug, although formerly the seeds were also official. No leaves are to be used for medicinal purposes that are not taken from the two year-old plants, picked when the bloom spike has run up and about two-thirds of the flowers are expanded, because at this time, before the ripening of the seeds, the leaves are in the most active state. They may be collected as long as they are in good condition: only green, perfect leaves being picked, all those that are insect-eaten or diseased, or tinged with purple or otherwise discoloured, must be discarded. Leaves from seedlings are valueless, and they must also not be collected in the spring, before the plant flowers, or in the autumn, when it has seeded, as the activity of the alkaloids is in each case too low.
Digitalis has been used from early times in heart cases. It increases the activity of all forms of muscle tissue, but more especially that of the heart and arterioles, the all-important property of the drug being its action on the circulation. The first consequence of its absorption is a contraction of the heart and arteries, causing a very high rise in the blood pressure.
After the taking of a moderate dose, the pulse is markedly slowed. Digitalis also causes an irregular pulse to become regular. Added to the greater force of cardiac contraction is a permanent tonic contraction of the organ, so that its internal capacity is reduced, which is a beneficial effect in cases of cardiac dilatation, and it improves the nutrition of the heart by increasing the amount of blood.
In ordinary conditions it takes about twelve hours or more before its effects on the heart muscle is appreciated, and it must thus always be combined with other remedies to tide the patient over this period and never prescribed in large doses at first, as some patients are unable to take it, the drug being apt to cause considerable digestive disturbances, varying in different cases. This action is probably due to the Digitonin, an undesirable constituent.
The action of the drug on the kidneys is of importance only second to its action on the circulation. In small or moderate doses, it is a powerful diuretic and a valuable remedy in dropsy, especially when this is connected with affections of the heart.
It has also been employed in the treatment of internal haemorrhage, in inflammatory diseases, in delirium tremens, in epilepsy, in acute mania and various other diseases, with real or supposed benefits.
The action of Digitalis in all the forms in which it is administered should be carefully watched, and when given over a prolonged period it should be employed with caution, as it is liable to accumulate in the system and to manifest its presence all at once by its poisonous action, indicated by the pulse becoming irregular, the blood-pressure low and gastro-intestinal irritation setting in. The constant use of Digitalis, also, by increasing the activity of the heart, leads to hypertrophy of that organ. Digitalis is an excellent antidote in Aconite poisoning, given as a hypodermic injection.
When Digitalis fails to act on the heart as desired, Lily-of-the-Valley may be substituted and will often be found of service.
In large doses, the action of Digitalis on the circulation will cause various cerebral symptoms, such as seeing all objects blue, and various other disturbances of the special senses. In cases of poisoning by Digitalis, with a very slow and irregular pulse, the administration of Atropine is generally all that is necessary. In the more severe cases, with the very rapid heart-beat, the stomach pump must be used, and drugs may be used which depress and diminish the irritability of the heart, such as chloral and chloroform.
Preparations of Digitalis come under Table II of the Poison Schedule. Nehanda stretched and gave a very loud yawn. It felt like she'd been working on this entry for hours! It was definitely time for her to go outside and work on her plants.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2005 11:31 am
"Foenix!" Nehanda ran inside, waving an envelope. "We gots another letter from Arnadil." She plopped on the couch and torn the letter open. "That's Ar'Idil, hun," Foenix laughed. She sat down beside the child and studied the piece of paper. "Looks like it's from Chao and Sanar. They're the ones we sent the wool for. Why don't you read it out loud for me?" The girl studied the writing, her little forehead tented in concentration. Slowly, she figured her way through the new handwriting. Quote: Foenix and Nehanda, Thank you so much for sending over the wool! I didn't know what to expect when I asked Kiro to post the lists for me and the help is greatly appreciated by myself and Sanar, who is more than sick of her inability to touch things. If you don't mind my asking, do you have any advice for new knitters? In your letter you mention the wool was left over from a project involving it and Sanar's job is that of a weaver but, sadly, I know very little except from what books I've scrouged up and advice would be greatly appreciated. Also is Nehanda [who I'm assuming is your Aerandir charge, verbally smite me if I'm wrong in the assumption] a child already? If so, what is her job? I'm sorry if the questions are a little too forward but I only have one real contact on the other island and I know his charge recently became a child and I've just recently realized how little I know about the other guardians living on Cetalu or how many Aerandir children there are already running about and my curoisity is getting the better of me I fear. But, anyway, back to the point of this letter, thank you again for the wool~! ~Chao and Sanar "I guess dey liked it, huh?" Nehanda looked up from the letter, grinning at the good job she'd done reading it. "Sounds like. why don't you help me write out a response?" Quote: Chao and Sanar- We're so glad that the wool was useful! I can remember what Nehanda went through when she was a wisp (and yes, she was actually the first child of our current group!), and I'm sure Sanar is very eager to become a corporeal child. As for knitting advice . . . Knitting really is a skill that is learned more easily when you have an experienced knitter there nixt to you, showing you how to manipulate the needles. Maybe Nehanda and I could take a trip over to Ar'Idil sometime, for a quick lesson. Other then that, I recommend wooden needles over plastic or metal. I find that they're much more comfortable, and the yarn is less likely to randomly slip off the needles! I'll keep an eye out among my knitting pals for good teaching sources. As for Nehanda, I already mentioned that she was the first child on Cetalu. She's a lovely little blend of swan and horse, and she's a Medical Herbalist in training. She spends all of her free time in the gardens with her plants. I think she'd probably love to come over to your island for a visit. She likes meeting new people. Well, good luck! Once Sanar changes, you're really going to have your hands full. Nehanda and I can't wait to meet the two of you in person. ~Foenix and Nehanda.
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