RP:New Breath of Fresh Air
This is a Healer's Guild RP.
Synopsis: Penelope is on the path to join the Healer's Guild again. After the war with the saurians, she thought she had lost her passion, but she realized she took the wrong pathway. Magic. She wants to prevail and dabble in the arts of herbalism. She goes to Cenril to meet Edith since Emilia is in recovery.
Location: Cenril
Penelope Halifax was pieced together again. The woman was up on her feet and roaming around the land. She had sent word with the Healer’s Guild days prior and another responded. Not Emilia. “Yerrel! Today is the day that I get my old reigns back and try to rebuild what I lost.” She was enthusiastic, to say the least. “Slow down, tiger. Remember, don’t get ahead of yourself. You’re just now gaining your strength back.” After the plague spread through the lands, Penelope was one of the lucky ones. One who recovered. “I’m fine, old man,” she winked. The woman then moved to kiss his cheek out of caring friendship. “I’ll be back tomorrow evening. Don’t wait up!” Without another word, she moved out of the hut to her horse Delilah. The cream-colored horse was ready to adventure again. The woman lifted herself upon the steed and squeezed her legs for Delilah to move forward on the trail to Cenril.
The sun was turning into its evening glow over the horizon of the sea view in front of her. The person who had addressed Penelope’s letter said Cenril. One of the streets on Cenril. What was it, again? The girl would look at the letter to find out. Penelope knew Cenril by heart from years prior. The stallion moves through the bare streets slowly. Penelope trying to find where she was exactly supposed to meet her new acquaintance. The horse comes to a halt, and Penelope inhales a thick breath of sea-tainted air. Nostalgic.
Sitting on a street post near to the alley off beloy street just before the inn was a snowy owl with ice blue eyes, waiting. When Penelope could be spotted the owl took flight toward her to gain her attention with a small sound before he circled around the woman and flew down the alley. Beyond the alley there lay a hidden garden filled with blossiming cherry trees. Deep within the garden a spance of water could be found with an elderly woman sitting next to it, legs neatly folded to her side. She was the only one within the garden and it was near to her where the owl landed. The woman had long wisps of grey hair falling around her to her waist in messy waves. Her attire was simple grey gown with a belt of herb pouches on her waist. As her owl landed Edith turned to wait for the arrival of Miss Penelope. Once the other arrived a friendly gesture would wave her over, "Miss Penelope?"
Moss eyes trailed the street. The woman looked for people who may make eye contact. Nothing. Everyone was minding their own—careless. The girl slowly leads Delilah onward before the horse begins to neigh and turn in panicked circles. “Whoa, girl. What’s wrong—“ the sound echoed just above her. Her eyes dart and above is an owl looking straight down on her. “Follow it, Dee.” The girl squeezes her legs against the body of the cream horse. The hooves click down following the bird. Once the woman comes into the clear of cherry trees, she knows. There is life here. Through the life was an older woman with beautiful grey hair. She was perfectly aged. “Yes,” she slows down Delilah and slides down the body of the horse. “You must be Edith,” she smiles while casually tucking a frizzed wave behind her ear. She walks with confidence before extending her hand out. “Pleasure to officially meet you.”
Edith was an elderly human whose face had long developed wrinkles and age spots. One could estimate this woman was over fifty, pushing seventy. Brushing a stray lock of grey out of her face it revealed muddy brown eyes full of warmth and wisdom. Her wrinkled hand accepted the girls and offered a firm shake in return, "Pleasure to meet you offically too, Little Cricket. I am sure that Miss Emilia would be honored to hear of your interest in the Guild. She is worse for the wear right now. Stepping in has tought me this woman does a great deal of things. It is a wonder she has not gone mad." Waving her hand the elderly woman offered a seat to Penelope before reaching in one of her pouches and pulling free a carrot that she offered to her equine partner. "It won't be much longer and there will be an Academy built to the North. This garden will be lovely to look out upon from the windows. Tell me, Little Cricket, which art of healing do you prefer to practice?"
Penelope frowns at the thought of Emilia not being in a good state. “She will be okay, won’t she?” The small freckled woman is concerned. She then offers a weary smile at the thought of madness with the job Edith has taken over for the meantime. The herbalist then takes a seat where she is gestured and crosses leg over the other. The girl gladly takes the carrot in polite offering. “This garden is beautiful, really. Honestly, I would love to practice medicine—work in this garden if I can from time to time,” she grins. “I’ve been dawdling in herbalism. I am not much of the magic type. Really I have a hard time tapping into that sense. Though, plant-based is what I am learning the best right now. I only strive to get better. I’m hoping you all will help me become what I want to be,” she nods firmly before taking a crunch out of the carrot.
Edith offered the lass a warm smile, "My dear, not every soul in this realm is meant to be in tune with magic to mend people or to injury people. The art of potions, herbs, stitching, bone setting, and the like has become less widly used with the emergence of magic. If there is a war with a great deal of injured people no magic person is going to have the energy to mend them all, but those who can mend the wounds with natural skill will save more lives. I have never used magic, it does not flow in these old bones of mine and I am perfectly happy that way, Little Cricket." The old woman pulled free another carrot to munch on herself. It was a delayed answer about the leader, "Emilia will be fine. That frozen soul is one tough cookie. Hasn't changed since she was a little human running carefree getting herself into trouble left and right. That girl is accident prone. I cannot tell you the number of times I have mended that child up. She had a surgery, but has woken up since even if she is sleeping more than before. Not easy to mend a creature that heals itself and that is colder than cold, especially when doing heart surgery! Ah, she will be fine, Little Cricket, and she will be pleased to hear of your return to the Guild. You will love the new Academy once it gets built and we can come out here and garden and learn the non-magical ways of mending the soul."
The optimism from the older woman eased the anxiety that was settled within the petite woman. “I feel like I would be perfectly happy too,” she adds with a smile. “Your words are kind, Edith—very.” The woman takes a bite again out of her carrot. “I’m sure Emilia will. Rumor has it she is strong and I never doubted it. Even when I first met the woman.” Penelope’s eyes widen at the word of heart surgery. “Wow, did you do the heart surgery yourself?” The girl was intrigued. Either way, the herbalist nods her head. “I cannot wait to meet up with Emilia again when she fully recovers. I’ve very excited to learn. I also hope my old tutor still lingers about in the Guild. Finn Fennigan—when Sabrina was in charge, she assigned him to me to help me. He was nice. Helpful. I learned a lot.” The woman paused. “Also, I hope to spend a lot of time with you. Non-magical seems to be the route to go for me.” A smile, once again, forms on her pink lips and a gentle hand reaches out towards Edith's in a friendly manner of appreciation.
Edith took the hands of the other between hers, gently patting it with one hand, "You will be great at whatever you set your mind to, deary. Finn has been around but not as much since Sabrina left. He tends to busy himself in Ara and we do not see him for days or weeks at a time. I am sure if you visited maybe he will come out and play some more. You are also welcome to visit me for a lesson or tea any time Little Cricket. Emilia I hope will be better soon. She is a strong woman...few live through turning into what she did from being a simple human." Edith shifted and reached into her basket to pull out a canteen that contained a warm liquid that smells of a herbal tea. Two cups followed and she offered one to Penelope, "Cup of tea?"
Penelope nods along about the news about Finn Fennigan and gladly rests her hands within the elderly woman's. That would be her next mission then--to find Finn Fennigan. The girl listens intently to Edith about Emilia's condition. "I believe in her, truly I do. And... thank you for the news about Finn. That might have to be my next adventure," she smiles cooly. As the woman lifts the canteen for tea. Politely, Penelope lifts her hands in a dismissal. "Thank you, but no thank you. Seems as if I'm a little behind schedule today." The herbalist slips her hands away from Edith. "It was a pleasure, truly. I am hoping to see you in the future. However, since I am around the area, I have some errands to run for Yerrel back at the hut in Kelay." She gives a reassuring nod. "I'm sure we will speak in the future, and I am looking forward to it. Until then, be well and wish Emilia my best." Penelope would wait for any other comments from the older woman before giving a smile and turning to move off to her next location in departure.