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Post by Keleero on Oct 15, 2017 21:54:44 GMT 1
Unsure if his message of truce and alliance had gone through, Keleero chose to back of, for the moment. Juniper might have a need to dwell upon whatever had him so disturbed for a longer while. Whether it was grief over an unborn cub lost, envy at Choice's Recognition, or some quarrel with Greywing, picking further at the wound would do neither of them any good now.
Smiling his most polite smile, Keleero allowed himself a self-deprecating chuckling. "I fear I have little knowledge of plants. What would constitute as 'simple and easy' in this situation?" He hovered closer, making an effort to show he was neither threat to Juniper or threatened by him.
Now that he thought on it, Juniper seemed a more straight-forward sort. There had been such people in Steepside as well, though quite different in their levels of aggression toward others. Maybe a different, more direct tactic would need to be worked out. Or maybe he'd have to speak with Greywing and Choice, to see what the source of Juniper's distress might be. He'd have to bide his time for a bit.
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Post by Juniper on Nov 15, 2017 20:04:20 GMT 1
"Some...", Juniper said, trying to gather his thoughts. "Maybe some herbs.", he then finally said. He raised a small pouch that seemed to contain seeds of mint or some sort of similar thing. He would have preferred some actual food items, but he had a firm plan to go foraging and gathering as soon as the snow would thaw and melt. It seemed like the surroundings of the Beacon were similar to the place he had left, so he was feeling hopeful about finding some peas or maybe wild cabbage seeds at some point.
"This is a kind of a herb.", Juniper explained and shared a quick mental image of what it looked and smelled liked full grown. "It soothes stomach and sore throat a little, but it is mostly used for pleasant smell and such."
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Post by Keleero on Jul 26, 2020 23:53:05 GMT 1
"We could do with more pleasant smells around here, and medicine is always welcome." Though poisoning was of course as huge a risk as a rough healer... "I shall do my best to assist you in your garden work. I do apologize ahead of time if I should end up asking stupid questions. The gardens in Steepside were never my territory." Too many elves gathered there to plot things he had no wish to get involved with. OOC: Ack! Sorry for the _years long_ wait for this reply Juniper. Should we wrap this thread here or continue once you're back from hiatus?
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Post by Juniper on Mar 15, 2021 16:12:39 GMT 1
OoC: Let's wrap this up.
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Post by Sofia on Aug 29, 2022 21:02:46 GMT 1
OOC: Finally remembered to lock this thread XD
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