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 Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 11:37 am
Dipping out a cup full of water from a bucket, the darker cattaur turned to watch Pattin. What was he making? They smelled good, whatever they were; but then again, everything smelled good these days. "So that's what they're called." She padded to the table and gave them an odd look before sitting.
Clea frowned, and even while she contemplated his offer, she took a pancake. She didn't bother with utensils, what were the point?, and just tore off a portion. When the flavor hit her tongue she moaned, and closed her eyes. If he hadn't knocked her up she would have called him divine.
"...So long as we don't go far, I can't see the harm in it. I need to see what kind of plants you've got growing around her, anyway. There may be some herbs that I can use." After all, even if she was cooped up, she could still make poultices and remedies.
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 12:59 pm
Pattin just chuckled softly at Clea's antics. "I'm glad you like them." He commented lightly before placing two bowls down in front of her, "I don't know if I should add to it since you're already enjoying them..." He teased lightly and gestured to the bowls one full of pure syrup which he gathered from the trees in the woods and another full of plump berries, "One's for dipping them in and the other are just berries I figured you might enjoy with them."
His gaze lit up at her agreement, "It's not too far." Brushing past her he reached over and stole a pancake before dipping it lightly in the syrup, "The herbs are plentiful. If there's something in particular you are looking for just let me know." Pattin leaned back against the wall with a small smile as the ivy rustled around his paws, "I would hope that I can locate some plants after all."
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Posted: Mon Jul 01, 2013 9:11 pm
"If you put anything else on this table you're going to have to widen your doorways." Clea added with a chuckle, snatching up another pancake to dip it into the bowl of syrup, adding some berries to the mix, rolled it up, and stuffed it into her mouth. This was the best thing in the world! Why hadn't she thought of it sooner? "If you had acorns, I might have-" What, kissed him? Okay, now she really was blushing. Too late for modesty now. Especially with how even the brush of him on her skin had her in tingles.
"I'm looking for Bugleweed in particular, and if you have it," she added, for extra teasing potential, "Mugwort and Yellow Dock. One of the patients my mother treated used to come to me often for them. I plan on sending as many to her while I'm here as I can."
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Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 1:50 pm
The male couldn’t help but to laugh at her comment, “Dully noted then.” His gaze was light though as he leaned against the wall and popped a berry in his mouth, “The risk of it is worth the smile I get.” His tail flicked in curiosity at her comment which she abruptly had halted. She would have what? “I’ll remember acorns next time then.” He replied lightly ignoring the light feeling of a flush on his own cheeks, “That way I can learn the rest of that sentence.”
Bugleweed? “Gypsy weed?” Pattin mused out loud, only flushing more as the realization of its medical purposes hit. Now he would just feel weird for knowing it, but his mother had often used it herself. “I know that one for certain is around the area…because the blue is hard to forget.” Running a hand through his hair he was relieved with the other two herbs. Those were less teasing in uses, “Yellow dock is possible, though it depends on the quantity you would need. There should be some still growing in that area, but if not I know of a field just outside the forest where it grows.” He paused thoughtfully. The mugwort would be something he would have to investigate. He couldn’t recall if it had been there or not…especially since the one who had tended the area was long past gone now. He had tried his best, but since it had been a while for him to return to the area half of the herbs had disappeared without magical influence to tend them. Still that didn't mean that it wasn't growing there in the area as a wild plant instead.
"Anyway." He reached for one last berry and paused, his body hovering right next to her where he could feel her warmth. "Once you're finished eating we should head out and see about these herbs."
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Posted: Fri Jul 05, 2013 7:38 pm
"Gypsy weed, Green Wolf's foot, Wolfstrapp..." Clea waved her hand vaguely in the air. "It's all the same thing, just a different title." She had grown enough of it to keep a small village in supply for years, and it was probably all going to rot as she spoke. She was no unitaur that could protect plants at such a distance; magic only went so far, and she could only take comfort in knowing she'd harvested what she could before coming. "She doesn't need much Yellow Dock, so there's no worries there. If it's too far out I'll just send you to get it for me." She grinned, though it did not come without bite. Clea tore into yet another pancake. Her appetite was ravenous these days.
With him hovering that close any other girl would have leaned in for a sign of affection. Clea, however, was shoved so far up in denial that she shoved the last of her pancake in her mouth and pushed away from the table. "Come on then, let's get going."
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Posted: Mon Jul 08, 2013 12:11 pm
Pattin just shook his head quietly. He hadn’t meant to seem like he was correcting her…it was just the name which had surprised him. He was so used to hearing gypsy weed…”Alright, alright.” Reaching up onto a shelf the cattaur pulled down an empty satchel and swung it over his shoulder. “I have more seeds that are dried than anything. But I need to go out to gather more as it is.” His hand trailed thoughtfully over his face, “I can go out to get more later this week…”
Pulling back Pattin nodded as he checked the satchel at his side one last time, “Alright then.” Ever so carefully he draped a light cloak around Clea’s shoulders before heading towards the doorway, “There’s still a bit of chill in the morning air.” He commented before heading out, “There’s going to be more chill where we’re heading I’m afraid as well.” The waters made certain of that.
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Posted: Tue Jul 16, 2013 8:04 am
Clea reached up to touch the cloak around her neck, a firm flush on her cheeks. With a throat clearing cough, she tightened the neckline, and fluffed her hair up around the collar. "Thank you...for your concern."
Was he always like this? Doing little things for her that she didn't realize until they stared her in the face? It was unnerving, and a little flattering, even if she didn't like the term. This was supposed to be a small time thing, so why was she even going there?
"Where's your cloak, then? If it's going to be cold then you should be wearing one as well."
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Posted: Wed Jul 17, 2013 9:37 am
Pattin looked back towards Clea a small smile rising at the flush on her cheeks, “As always you’re welcome.” He replied quietly before he himself found a flush rising on his cheeks. “I should be as well?” The cattaur paused by the doorway thoughtfully. He felt like he was about to be caught in a trap. But he really felt like he shouldn’t need a cloak…right?
“I should be fine. Don’t worry about me.” Pattin smiled at Clea, “I’m used to the chill since I’ve gone there all my life.” His hand trailed along the rough wall siding, “Plus I have the bags for the herbs on my back to keep most of the wind from tracing along my skin.” The cattaur winked back towards her, “But thank you for your concern.” Tail twitching he headed outside before a reply could be had about his choice, “If we don’t start by now we might stand around talking all day~”
Without hesitation Pattin quickly stepped into the familiar forest. Damp morning grass glittered with the dew and his paws walked lightly over the damp earth. It smelled fresh of rain and life. For a moment he couldn’t help but to close his eyes and just breath in the smell of the forest. Vines tapped lightly at his paws as he turned and waited on Clea with his arm out. “Shall I escort you, my lady?”
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 7:20 pm
"Yeah, well, if you come down with some disease don't expect me to take care of you." Clea flipped the collar of her cloak. "At least have enough common sense to use magic to keep yourself warm." It was something her big brother Armaeo had taught her; one of the many little life skills his own father had taught him. Granted, she was just impressed he'd been able to teach her anything practical that hadn't come from some stupid book. "And stop that...that assuming s**t. If you up and die from sickness, it's going to fall on me to care for these damn things." She grumbled, stomping outside into the forest like an old bear.
As soon as her paws touched the grass thick rooted vines coiled around her paws, joined shortly by roots and knobbed briars. The first breeze that tickled the hair on her neck was truly the only sure fire way to bring a calmer smile to her face. "Thanks, but I think I'll pass." He was being nice enough to her as it was, and if she took that arm she knew she'd be one step closer to regretting leaving this area when the time came. "Lead the way, Cap'n".
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 12:35 pm
“How did you know that was my hope?” Pattin replied looking back at her with wide eyes. Wide, hopelessly teasing in a way that only Clea could ever see. But the moment passed as he laughed softly and nodded, “Yes ma’m. I can do that much.” A ripple of magic to please her shimmered above his body before settling on him like a cloak. Not much warmth but enough to fight off the morning chill. His shoulders rose at her comment, “Don’t worry. I would never do that to you, Clea.”
“Alright then, it’s this way.” Pattin tried to hide the knot of disappointment that rose in his chest at her rejection of his arm. He knew, he understood why she did it yet…there was that faint dancing hope that always hid beneath his calm exterior. The last thing he needed was for it to rise too high. All she wanted was to get away from him. The only reason she was here was for their children. Something else that was his fault….he glanced over at her from the corner of his gaze before continuing on.
As they walked the trees began to clear out, but also the trees that were around them began to become bigger and more ancient looking than a majority of the forest. It was quiet here, a nice pleasant still which was only occasionally disturbed by the few bold creatures that lived this far into the woods. Even the vines which trailed behind him were quiet as they curled up around his paws and along the ground. Dew from the morning gleamed on the leaves and on the grasses shimmering like emeralds and rubies amongst the dark branches. Stepping out from the trees Pattin led the way into an open area where a pond of crystal water stood surrounded by wild gardens of herbs and other strange looking plants and flowers. A small bridge arched over the water and itself was remarkably old looking, yet sturdy with years of care. Vines crawled along it with small budding flowers of amethyst, pearl, and sapphire. Looking back at Clea Pattin spoke quietly, “Welcome to my mother’s garden.”
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Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 5:43 pm
Cheeky b*****d. Why was it that when she wanted to hit him most, he had to be the most adorable ******** thing she'd ever seen?
When she walked she felt a fluttering in her stomach, and subconsciously reached her hand back to place it upon the distended area. It was unusual for them to be this active this early in the day, so she supposed it must be the change of diet affecting them. For a moment she was able to smile, feeling the warmth in her from the action, until one kicked her in the side, causing her to pause and grunt. Little shits.
The area reminded her of the settings in the stories she'd been told as a child. She'd noticed her vines trailing out to meld with the others, drawing in their life force to mix with her own magic. It made her calmer, gave her a strength in being around so much natural beauty. Clea turned sharply to look at Pattin, "Your...mothers?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 7:02 pm
Pattin nodded, “Yes. My mother was a bit of a romantic of sorts so my father helped her build this garden.” He smiled and allowed a vine to curl around his hand, “It was her sanctuary of sorts especially when she got so sickly.” His gaze flickered with emotions before he motioned for Clea, “But there’s many herbs here that I’m sure you’ll want to gather.” There were so many because his father had been so determined to find a cure for her illness, but with time his own quest had worn him down In the end the cattaur had been left to his own with only the garden as their memories for him.
Still Pattin kept their memories in his heart and that was why he had become an herbalist as well. He had chosen to stay in this same place as his parents so that he could tend to this area. Plus, it was a nice and quiet place. Somewhere he could study alone…the thought made his gaze flicker towards Clea. Lately though being alone was the last thing on his mind, “Just let me know what you want to do here.” He smiled before motioning towards the bridge, “Be careful on it…sometimes the morning dew makes it slick.”
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Posted: Sat Nov 16, 2013 7:52 pm
"It's lovely. She had good taste." Clea reached out to cup her hand around a vine. The soft tendrils thickened instantaneously, reaching out to ensnare her arm in a loving embrace. What she once thought as a child was annoying was now the only comfort she had. Vines, thorns, briars...whatever the name, the unloved were her friends, and beauties like this garden were momentary pleasures she planned to embrace. When she dropped her hand in the wake of a soft wine was a hard thorned manacle, sticking out like a sort thumb amidst the others.
"I'm sorry to hear about her illness, but at least you have her memories to keep you company. And this garden." She couldn't imagine what she would do if her own mother passed on, especially because of an illness. "My mother would love this place." Her eyes couldn't stop taking in the scenery, passing over every bush, flower, and tree.
When she looked back at him it was only brief, but strong. She couldn't deny her attraction anymore than she could call the night day, but...No! She'd made her choice, and now wasn't the time to back away from it.
"If you could show me where those herbs are, that would be a start." She grinned. "After that..." Clea sighed and sagged her shoulders, annoyed with herself, and flushed. "...if there's a good spot to rest, that would be nice, too. These kits have been kicking all morning."
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 1:22 pm
Pattin smiled at the compliment, his mother would have loved to hear that. As it was she would have been overjoyed just to see someone else here with her son. The idea caused a flush to rise on the male’s cheeks before he pulled away to walk down towards the stream’s edge. Even the thorns would have been welcomed by his mother. Not that Pattin considered anything of nature to be a thorn in his life.
Watching Clea was like watching some strange rose in the garden, she was a beautiful flower but had plenty of sharp thorns protecting that beauty. Sighing he had to shrug, “It happened a while back. I guess I’m just used to it by now, occasionally though I’ll wander here on a foggy morning and when the sun hits just right I can imagine seeing the form of a petite cattaur just talking to the flowers.” His gaze locked onto her face for that brief moment and he felt his heart melt again, “Maybe one day she could come visit then....” If you would just let me love you, you could stay here too.
Grinning he shoved the unspoken thought aside, “Alright then. This way madam.” Gesturing towards a far end of the garden the cattaur took a few steps before pausing, “And a rest can be nice. The willow tree has some soft moss beneath its branches with shade, so we can rest there.” It had always been a spot for rest after all. Once as a kitten he had curled up next to his mother while she told him stories and taught him about herb lore under that very tree. Pattin didn’t say anything though and instead just bit his lip thoughtfully before leading the way to the herb patch that Clea was looking for.
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