Post by kaneki on Oct 4, 2015 17:21:40 GMT -5
The groves that they encountered on their travels were indeed full of valuable herbs. Throughout her brief time in traveling alongside the Shepherds, Panne had a habit of venturing into the surrounding forests. It was there that she felt at home, alongside the rustling leaves and the sounds of animals scuttling through the underbrush. The forest was always alive, whether any of the manspawn released it or not. But Panne had started to lower the walls she had built around herself. These manspawn had perhaps started to prove her thoughts wrong. As not all taguel were good, perhaps all manspawn were not bad, either.
The green grass crunched beneath her feet, and she was careful to step over gnarled roots or fallen branches in her path. She was simply looking for different herbs to use. In her hand, she held a medium-sized, woven basket which she had made on her own spare time. Panne was good with sewing. But for all the wrong reasons... The world was cold and had driven her trust from her. She was empty without her people. Nightmares often caused her to awaken in a cold sweat. Manspawn had taken everything from her, had they not?
Spotting some chamomile, the taguel quickly stooped down in order to collect it. Her hands moved delicately as she took the necessary parts of the plant. It had been customary for all taguel to be familiar with the plants as well as the herbs of the forest. They needed to know what to eat and what not to eat. The forest had been their home as well as their ally. It had been her ally in losing the manspawn who had chased her on the night of the massacre. But those were times she did not like to dwell on. However, they seemed to claw at her anyway, in the form of nighthmares and flashbacks.
The green grass crunched beneath her feet, and she was careful to step over gnarled roots or fallen branches in her path. She was simply looking for different herbs to use. In her hand, she held a medium-sized, woven basket which she had made on her own spare time. Panne was good with sewing. But for all the wrong reasons... The world was cold and had driven her trust from her. She was empty without her people. Nightmares often caused her to awaken in a cold sweat. Manspawn had taken everything from her, had they not?
Spotting some chamomile, the taguel quickly stooped down in order to collect it. Her hands moved delicately as she took the necessary parts of the plant. It had been customary for all taguel to be familiar with the plants as well as the herbs of the forest. They needed to know what to eat and what not to eat. The forest had been their home as well as their ally. It had been her ally in losing the manspawn who had chased her on the night of the massacre. But those were times she did not like to dwell on. However, they seemed to claw at her anyway, in the form of nighthmares and flashbacks.
