Zohariel looked around. Had someone spoken her name? Then she saw Min lying on the ground groaning. She immediatly leapt down from the horse and sped over. Pulling her herb pouch out, she searched through for something to heal wounds, something to stop pain, something to soothe bruises. She picked out Lavender, Lemongrass, Asphodel and Rosemary. Then on further reflection, a large dried dandelion.
Zohariel carefully rolled up the Rosemary and Lavender into a ball, then placed them on the neck of a bottle that seemed to appear in her hand, and tipped it up. The ball became a drenched shapeless mass of leaves and a queer smelling liquid. Zohariel made to place it on Min's bruise and Lorin grabbed her arm.
"What...is that?" Lorin asked. Zohariel tilted her head forwards and ignored the question.
When the ball went onto Min's bruises, he stifled a cry, but soon the pain was fading. Zohariel gave Lorin a cocky, superior smirk, and picked up the Lemon grass. This, when the Dandelion had been squeezed over it, was given to Lorin.
"Rub it on his chest," she was told by Zohariel. Lorin looked slightly dubious. Zohariel leant over to her. "Trust me." Lorin began gently rubbing the Lemongrass-Dandelion on Min's wounded parts. Zohariel next got her Asphodel and tore it into strips, placing a strip on each cut. Finally, she bound the whole of Min's chest with a funny smelling bandage, and dusted off her hands. Then, without another word, she got back on the horse, waited for Lorin to get on, then they rode off, following Arawil. Of course, she didn't expect any of them to say thank you.
Sorry, went right back in time there, so I could do my magic fingers thing. Carry on where you were, sorry I was away so ,long.
[ November 13, 2002: Message edited by: Zohariel ]
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Amin i waith dangeren i firn i guinar. Amin ith a riel guldur.
You keep talking but all I ever hear is blah blah blah.
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