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fandomtownies2005-10-26 08:21 am
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Mid-Morning: Sanctity
There's a new shop open--well, technically, the shop is always open. Zhaan carefully used the ground remains of cilacra to affix the open sign in a hap-hazard manner that appealed to her sense of humour and irony. Now only the Goddess or related deities would be able to remove it from the window it was stuck again. The interior is dotted with odd herbs and sachets, powders in little bottles, perfumed oils, bric-a-brac, pestles and mortars--everything and herbalist might need in her still to produce the most potent medicines and incenses.
With the sunlight pouring through the window, the living plants dotting the small aisles seem to be pulsing with life.
Near the back, the proprietess is settled on a stool, her hands working carefully on measuring out the ingredients for sleeping drafts. She isn't certain there will be patrons, as not everyone wants esoteric herbs and spices of a non-magical nature.
Carefully blessing the last phial, she seals it neatly with wax and sets it in the rack next to its sisters.
A glance at the angle of the sunlight gives her pause, and a smile plays around her lips as she contemplates working in her garden. Perhaps a little meditation is in order.
[open to anyone to play in, although in a short while, Zhaan will be disappearing to meditate in her garden. feel free to wander in at any time during the week. Zhaan will not always be there, of course.]
With the sunlight pouring through the window, the living plants dotting the small aisles seem to be pulsing with life.
Near the back, the proprietess is settled on a stool, her hands working carefully on measuring out the ingredients for sleeping drafts. She isn't certain there will be patrons, as not everyone wants esoteric herbs and spices of a non-magical nature.
Carefully blessing the last phial, she seals it neatly with wax and sets it in the rack next to its sisters.
A glance at the angle of the sunlight gives her pause, and a smile plays around her lips as she contemplates working in her garden. Perhaps a little meditation is in order.
[open to anyone to play in, although in a short while, Zhaan will be disappearing to meditate in her garden. feel free to wander in at any time during the week. Zhaan will not always be there, of course.]
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And besides, she decides as she slips out the back door, there was always piracy to consider.
[*feels very silly replying to her own post*]
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