Post by Sivoncé™ on Feb 10, 2008 15:42:16 GMT -5
Annelise was busy about her work in the herb den. With Francine and Kashikoi both sick, she'd been working extra hard. This was her first real problem as a healer neophyte; their hadn't been any battle wounds to treat or any pups to birth or any other real jobs that called for her craft and skill. Dashina was due soon, but otherwise all was quiet.
Except it wasn't.
Tyra had been coughing nonstop, but had refused to stop and rest. Her cough was worsening, and now and then a sputter of blood would fly from her raw, torn up throat. She finally accepted that she was ill when one of her daughters, Freya, ordered her to go the healer den. Annelise was now examining the fae with worry and concern.
"You should've come here sooner. Your throat's bleeding it's so dry! I can get you some tansy for the cough, some honey for your throat, and some poppy seeds for the pain, but otherwise there's not much else to do but rest."
Tyra nodded, swallowing the herbs in front of her and relishing the feel of the honey down her throat. She layed down in a nest of fur and moss that Annelise has gathered. The once-beautiful, sickly fae fell into a troubled sleep.
Except it wasn't.
Tyra had been coughing nonstop, but had refused to stop and rest. Her cough was worsening, and now and then a sputter of blood would fly from her raw, torn up throat. She finally accepted that she was ill when one of her daughters, Freya, ordered her to go the healer den. Annelise was now examining the fae with worry and concern.
"You should've come here sooner. Your throat's bleeding it's so dry! I can get you some tansy for the cough, some honey for your throat, and some poppy seeds for the pain, but otherwise there's not much else to do but rest."
Tyra nodded, swallowing the herbs in front of her and relishing the feel of the honey down her throat. She layed down in a nest of fur and moss that Annelise has gathered. The once-beautiful, sickly fae fell into a troubled sleep.
