Post by Nettle on Sept 25, 2014 23:30:39 GMT 1
Nettle wilted like a newly cut flower when Panaetha chastised her too. She sighed sadly, pouting unhappily despite the natural urge for her to help the other elves. The healer was right of course. She knew it too. Her mother Bron would have urged her just the same to act accordingly.
"Yes, Elder", she said meekly, accepting Panaetha's judgement as readily as she would have accepted that of an elder of her own tribe. "You are right of course". She smiled a little at Silverthorn's forthrightness. She was relieved to have a task to do, even if he actually meant for her to settle the business of recognition first. The former than the latter did sound more appealing than digging her fingers into frozen dirt or muddying her skirts right away.
Nettle, however, being a creature of habit was still disappointed that she could not help more. She did however think it over when she noticed names and faces missing from the circle. She had smelt three elves, two more feline than wolf wandering about the holt. Her pack-brother she knew had likely gone off on his own to explore. "You needn't worry about Slinker", she told Silverthorn. "He's a scout and a hunter. He's better left alone right now to learn the terrain around the holt. He'll be exploring. It's his way, though he might seem rude and not wanting to help, I assure you that he will return with new knowledge to share. He'll help you find game too. A successful hunt one day will not ensure hunts in days to come".
Nettle frowned as she thought of the fire-shaper she'd come across inside the caves. The elfess had stuttered at first, afraid that she might hate her on sight for her odd magic. "Oh", said Nettle. "Tinder is inside the caves. She did wander off I think before I came. She's tending the furs and leathers Slinker brought with him. She's cleaning, mending, and making things. I asked her to help as she could". Nettle explained herself simply. "She's a little high-strung, sweet, but a bit of a hot-head. Just keep her occupied and you'll be fine. If you have trouble than send her to me. I'll need her help later to make pots for storing".
Nettle sighed in relief when No-Sting mollified her pride. "Oh! Thank you!" she replied, beaming happily. "I can and will attend to my recognised then, but you must keep things for me to do!" she said to No-Sting. "Which goes for you too, Elder!" she advised Panaetha. Nettle smiled wryly and with a wink and a laugh locksent to the healer. ~**I mean no offense, Elder, but you growl just like my mother. Highones. I do not think for a moment that I shall be homesick often with you and the old burr to keep me on my toes**~.
Nettle, overhearing No-Sting offer to stand guard, tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Well if anyone else new pops inside the caves like a butterfly out of its cocoon than they will be getting an eyeful of two bare-backed elves cavorting in the furs. Poor things. I would be horrified too". Nettle cut a sly glance to her recognised. She looked him up and down appreciatively. She was quick to grip his hand, fingers sliding between his own until she had him tight in her grasp. ~**For you, anything, Ergah. Although the quicker I can drag you to the furs, the better I can devour you whole. Let us be going then. The grumpy Elder is very sensible. Come. It is time to go about the making of our cub**~.
Nettle all but dragged Choice along in her eagerness. She paused, however, when Juniper voiced his concerns. "Oh, you needn't make such a fuss", she said reassuringly. She smiled at Choice as she gently let his hand go. She walked to Juniper, arms sliding under the strap across her shoulders. Nettle was quick to remove her satchel. "Here", she said to Juniper as she handed it to him. "I have some fresh and dried herbs from my own gardens at home inside. I also have pouches of seeds for food and medicinal plants too. All organised by colour and need. You'll also find some dried mushrooms, roots, and tubers in there too".
Nettle unhooked the leather belt around her waist too. Her skirts coming loose in a flurry of tanned leather. She handed this, its pockets and pouches bulging to Juniper too. "I've more seeds too, more herbs, and other things inside. The purple pouch holds seeds for food plants. The blue pouch has some seeds for medicinal herbs, not many I'm afraid, since some only grow wild in the woods. The white pouch has seeds from our Father Tree". Nettle looked Juniper in the eye as she locksent to him cautiously. ~**The red pouch has seeds for dreamberry bushes. I had to grow some back home for my own tribe in my gardens. You might not want to plant those until the holt is secure. Otherwise our hunters will be drunker than a bear after raiding a honey-patch**~.
"Yes, Elder", she said meekly, accepting Panaetha's judgement as readily as she would have accepted that of an elder of her own tribe. "You are right of course". She smiled a little at Silverthorn's forthrightness. She was relieved to have a task to do, even if he actually meant for her to settle the business of recognition first. The former than the latter did sound more appealing than digging her fingers into frozen dirt or muddying her skirts right away.
Nettle, however, being a creature of habit was still disappointed that she could not help more. She did however think it over when she noticed names and faces missing from the circle. She had smelt three elves, two more feline than wolf wandering about the holt. Her pack-brother she knew had likely gone off on his own to explore. "You needn't worry about Slinker", she told Silverthorn. "He's a scout and a hunter. He's better left alone right now to learn the terrain around the holt. He'll be exploring. It's his way, though he might seem rude and not wanting to help, I assure you that he will return with new knowledge to share. He'll help you find game too. A successful hunt one day will not ensure hunts in days to come".
Nettle frowned as she thought of the fire-shaper she'd come across inside the caves. The elfess had stuttered at first, afraid that she might hate her on sight for her odd magic. "Oh", said Nettle. "Tinder is inside the caves. She did wander off I think before I came. She's tending the furs and leathers Slinker brought with him. She's cleaning, mending, and making things. I asked her to help as she could". Nettle explained herself simply. "She's a little high-strung, sweet, but a bit of a hot-head. Just keep her occupied and you'll be fine. If you have trouble than send her to me. I'll need her help later to make pots for storing".
Nettle sighed in relief when No-Sting mollified her pride. "Oh! Thank you!" she replied, beaming happily. "I can and will attend to my recognised then, but you must keep things for me to do!" she said to No-Sting. "Which goes for you too, Elder!" she advised Panaetha. Nettle smiled wryly and with a wink and a laugh locksent to the healer. ~**I mean no offense, Elder, but you growl just like my mother. Highones. I do not think for a moment that I shall be homesick often with you and the old burr to keep me on my toes**~.
Nettle, overhearing No-Sting offer to stand guard, tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Well if anyone else new pops inside the caves like a butterfly out of its cocoon than they will be getting an eyeful of two bare-backed elves cavorting in the furs. Poor things. I would be horrified too". Nettle cut a sly glance to her recognised. She looked him up and down appreciatively. She was quick to grip his hand, fingers sliding between his own until she had him tight in her grasp. ~**For you, anything, Ergah. Although the quicker I can drag you to the furs, the better I can devour you whole. Let us be going then. The grumpy Elder is very sensible. Come. It is time to go about the making of our cub**~.
Nettle all but dragged Choice along in her eagerness. She paused, however, when Juniper voiced his concerns. "Oh, you needn't make such a fuss", she said reassuringly. She smiled at Choice as she gently let his hand go. She walked to Juniper, arms sliding under the strap across her shoulders. Nettle was quick to remove her satchel. "Here", she said to Juniper as she handed it to him. "I have some fresh and dried herbs from my own gardens at home inside. I also have pouches of seeds for food and medicinal plants too. All organised by colour and need. You'll also find some dried mushrooms, roots, and tubers in there too".
Nettle unhooked the leather belt around her waist too. Her skirts coming loose in a flurry of tanned leather. She handed this, its pockets and pouches bulging to Juniper too. "I've more seeds too, more herbs, and other things inside. The purple pouch holds seeds for food plants. The blue pouch has some seeds for medicinal herbs, not many I'm afraid, since some only grow wild in the woods. The white pouch has seeds from our Father Tree". Nettle looked Juniper in the eye as she locksent to him cautiously. ~**The red pouch has seeds for dreamberry bushes. I had to grow some back home for my own tribe in my gardens. You might not want to plant those until the holt is secure. Otherwise our hunters will be drunker than a bear after raiding a honey-patch**~.
