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 Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2026 6:30 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2026 6:41 pm
Aleda was a very busy soquili, especially so in winter, when frost nipped at heels and lowered precious immune systems. For a while, she had relied on the herbs collected by locals for her medicines, but then her services became more notable and spread to more and more ears. She had been woefully unprepared last winter, but not this time! This time, Aleda had nurtured and doted on a modest garden, tucked neatly into a hidden grotto she had discovered last spring. While she didn't know the mechanics of why things continued to grow within its unusually vibrant greenery, Aleda could see an opportunity in the isolated grotto.
Gardening had always been a small hobby of hers, never notably of high importance, but still something she partook in to clear her head. That enjoyment never faltered, only growing when her seeds grew, and the plants she so lovingly nurtured became essential medicines for those desperately in need. Now, it was almost a sacred ritual, and one she'd hold dearly to her chest for many years to come. Something was healing about the smell of dirt and faint, floral herbs, wafting through the air as she prodded, plucked, and planted. This time was special to her, both in practicality and recreationally. Sometimes, she considered telling her mate about the grotto, but there was a slight worry that bringing someone else into the strange grotto might break whatever spell kept it so bountiful, even in the dead of winter. Another time, she would decide time and time again. For now, the garden was simply hers, and hers alone.
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