Who

Igraine, Moanna

What

Talk of traditions turns to talk of poisons and other healing methods.

Allusions to violence.

When

It is afternoon of the first day of the ninth month of the eighth turn of the 12th pass.
In Igen:
It is the first day of Autumn and 96 degrees. Mercilessly bright, Rukbat's light heats the desert as a small dark cloud appears on the horizon.

Where

Caravan grounds, Igraine's Yurt, Igen Weyr

OOC Date 16 Aug 2016 04:00

 

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"We have an air of mystery about us on purpose. Though… that might fade now that Willimina is opening our caravans and allowing others to learn our traditions and ways."


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Igraine's Yurt

Deep grooves in the hard packed earth criss-cross a large patch of denuded ground, bearing mute testament to the caravans that frequent this area. Despite the midden holes set back a ways from the main center of traffic, the air is sweet, redolent with the sagebrush that forms a loose perimeter around the flattened expanse. In what is as close to its center as the vague boundaries suggest, a stone ringed fire pit has been dug and surrounded with the odd log or two, ash overflowing from its darkly blackened core.

It is the first day of Autumn and 96 degrees. Mercilessly bright, Rukbat's light heats the desert as a small dark cloud appears on the horizon.


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It has been a rather hot and still day in Igen, those outside only daring to be there because they have to be. Even the caravan grounds have been rather silent today. Now however, it is a center of activity as those who've spotted the clouds darkening on the horizon prepare for rain and sand storms as autumn finally makes an appearance in Igen and brings with it sandstorms and monsoons. Igraine is battering down the hatches of her yurt, making sure it is secure enough not to be blown away by Igen's high winds, which are just now starting as a hot breeze. She wipes the sweat from her brow and walks around making sure the yurt stakes are secure.

The season of storms fast approaches and Moanna is already done with the shutters on her wagon and bringing in the laundry. The Zingari dancer's skirts flutter on the hot wind as she moves from tent to tent and wagon to wagon, to see if anyone else might need help, there is a lift of brown eyes flecked with green, as she recognizes the second of the Caravan healers. "Igraine, do you need any help?" Her alto cracks through the dry air, even as her gaze shifts to the darkening horizon.

Igraine looks up when Moanna approaches and smiles. "Aye, if you could check the window flaps that would be great." Igraine widens her smile and tugs on the last couple of stakes and then begins roping down the window flaps on her side of the yurt. "Got your wagon all tacked down?"

Moanna flashes a grin to the healer as log strides bear her to the window flaps, long fingers making quick work of securing the flaps as she moves to the side opposite Igraine working toward her. "Yes, fortunately, I don't have to worry about anything hitched to it at the moment, but that will probably be a bit different once we are on the move again." The dancer grins, "At least I don't have to worry about anything hitched to it, though that might be a different case out on the road." She puffs a breath at a stray curl escaping her braided bun. "I hope it is rain and not another sandstorm."

Igraine looks to the horizon where black clouds re beginning to swell. "I think it is, but I agree, I hope for rain rather than sand." After all, sand gets everywhere. Window flaps are quickly taken care of, and they are left at the front of the yurt. "Would you like to come in and have some tea?" Igraine waves towards the front of her yurt and her open flap.

"That," Moanna grins, "would be lovely." Following behind Igraine as she leads the way, the spacious white interior jerking a smile to the former Imani woman's lips. "I can understand the appeal of Yurts over wagons I think." She notes appreciatively.

Yurts provide a much larger span of space than your average caravan wagon, and this is why Igraine has chosen one over the confined space of a wagon. This 'room' is large and spacious, and because of the white walls and ceiling, looks much larger than it actually is. The yurt has a sturdy frame, so sturdy that Igraine can attach a wooden door, and she has. And she must have done very well on one of her jobs, because it is attached with ornate, metal hinges. Looking straight back from the door you see a large, fluffy looking bed, it's only decoration pristine white bedding, a hand beaded pillow nd a purple curtain hanging behind. Two sitting couches, also white and pristine ((How does she do that???)), sit to either side of the bed, also with purple curtains hanging behind them. Between the bed and the couch to the left, is a carving of a mighty looking brown dragon, perched upon a ledge and roaring. The space between the bed and the couch on the right is occupied by a bed table, and sitting upon it is a vase of desert blooms. Directly to the right of the door(coming in) is a large brazier used bothe for cooking and for heating the space when it is cold. Sweet smelling incense is burned in it constantly, to cover up some of the more unappealing scents of the herbs Igraine works with, which hang in dozens and dozens of small bushels from the ceiling, in various stages of drying. A tall, white cabinet with doors of Zingari glass is host to all of Igraine's healing herbs. A similar cabinet with solid doors and a complicated lock is host to Igraine's more dangerous concoctions. Along the rest of the walls, there is an armoire, a few locked chests another large, locked cabinet. In the middle of the room, there is a large, ornate rug and a wide, square table. A play on a folding room divider divides the table directly in half. One side is set up as a work station, as is evident by the mortar and pestle residing there, the empty drams, jars and medicine pouches, by the oils and seeds and plant mixtures. The other half of the table boasts another vase of desert blooms and is set for eating and entertaining, with pillows on the ground for sitting rather than chairs. After all, the table is quite low to the ground. Glow baskets line the walls, along with tall, ornate candelabras, which combined keep the yurt brightly lit and shining.

Igraine moves into her home, a smile crossing her face as the herbal smells hit her olfactory senses. Most hate the apothocary like smell, but Igraine loves it. She moves to the brazier and puts a kettle of water onto boil before dropping two tea balls into the kettle. Soon, a floral smell fills the yurt. Igraine waves at the low table in the center of the yurt, and folds herself down on one of the pillows. "I hear you've apprenticed to Tallel?"

Moanna breathes in the astringent smell with a smile, nodding gently at the question. "After a fashion, I don't aspire to be a healer, but there are some things it would seem I need to learn for survival. Wound care and basic medicines." She seats herself at the table with a quiet thank you. "If I am to be Zingari, there are things I am told I must learn." She chuckles softly grinning.

Igraine nods. "Those are good things to learn." The kettle starts whistling and Igraine stands and gets mugs and pulls the kettle from the brazier. She pours the steaming liquid into the mugs, and brings them to the table, setting one in front of Moanna before she reclaims her seat. "Aye as a Zingari, there are things you must learn. But those come at their own pace. Have you signed up for the self defense class yet? Willa requires it of us all."

Moanna nods, "I have, and I'm frankly terrible at it." Moanna admits rather bluntly, claiming the mug between both hands and letting the warmth seep into her skin through the ceramic. "I land on my butt more frequently than I did when I first learned to do toss dances." Sinking into the chair a little bit more with the admission, eying the healer and the tea with mild suspicion. "Why do I feel like I have just sat down for a test?" She chuckles lightly.

Igraine laughs. "No, no tests here. But keep at the defense classes, we have very good teachers and if Gharrahd's class is too much, try Jarvis' or Griggs, they usually will work extra with you if you ask, Javid might even be willing to help." Igraine smiles. "You'll get it, not everyone takes to self defense right away, think of it like your dance lessons, there's discipline involved in that right? Well, apply the same discipline tactics to your self defense as you do your dancing, and you'll get it." Igraine can remember her own first defense classes, though hers were as an apprentice spy, they had been much harsher than what Willa required.

"Better to have them and not need them, than need them and not have them hm?" Moanna murmurs blowing on the surface of her tea before taking a small sip. "I will be sure to ask if I am still having trouble keeping up by the end of the month." Moanna concedes if a bit petulantly. "Did you have a hard time with your lessons?"

Igraine nods avidly. "Exactly that!" Igraine sips at her own tea before placing the mug on the table and steepling her fingers in front of herself, elbows on the table. "It was…difficult yes." Though the woman's hesitation may lend that there's more to that thn she's giving, but, spies always have secrets and it isn't all that well known that Igraine is one of S'ayde's adepts. "Just takes practice." A smile follows before Igraine returns to her tea, lifting the mug and sipping slowly.

"I admit I am discovering that the Zingari have a peculiar reputation." Moanna murmurs, sipping the tea with a small sound of pleasure, before she chuckles, "Always parts of stories, but never quite a full tale hm?" Not that Moanna presses for it, she's learned that people will tell their stories in their own time given the right timing and setting. This isn't quite one of those settings. "At least I don't think I've made any glaring mistakes yet." Thank goodness for small wonders.

Igraine smiles softly. "We have an air of mystery about us on purpose. Though… that might fade now that Willimina is opening our caravans and allowing others to learn our traditions and ways." If she sounds a little bitter about it, don't blame Igraine, she's a product of her upbringing and doens't necessarily agree with all the choices the young Zingari leader has made. However, she respects them anyhow, because it's not her job to decide those things. Of never giving full tales, well, Igraine just smiles secretively back at Moanna. "You may have some truth to it there." Igraine hides a grin behind her mug and sips deeply of the floral tea. Of making mistakes, well, Igraine only shrugs. "Making mistakes is how we learn."

The tone is noted though not comment upon, "Somehow I doubt that will change. Too much of a lure, a part of the show to really lose it. Unless the Zingari children begin fleeing en masse - it takes a long time for changes in tradition to seep in. Generations." Moanna muses, breathing in the floral scent of the tea appreciatively. "This is delicious." She notes taking another deep sip. "True enough, though there are those in the world who fail perhaps to grasp that."

Igraine nods. "Very true, I suppose." Igraine smiles widely as she's complimented on her tea. "It's lavendar and chamomile, such a lovely concoction, and it's great for relaxation. If you'd like to add aromatherapy and toxicology, I'd be hppy to teach you." Aroma therapy is fun, but not all liked to know how to make poison and antidotes.

Moanna grins, "Aromatherapy, like for perfumes?" Something about the thought setting a spark in those green flecked eyes, "There is a smell I would bottle if I knew how…" But that is likely not what is meant; Moanna realizes a bit late. "Toxicology, poisons?" The word housing all kinds of intriguing and uncomfortable implications. "I am willing to learn whatever anyone is willing to teach me usually. Both subjects sound fascinating."

Igraine laughs. "You can make perfumes with the knowledge gained from aromatherapy, but no, I meant the art of healing through scent. It's amazing what one can do with a few oils." Igraine's smile darkens when Moanna asks about the toxicology. "Aye, poisons…and the antidotes that cure them. I've found it to be quite the useful skill to have." Another sip is taken.

Moanna flushes a little, but takes the laughter in good humor, her lips mirroring the smile on Igraine's. "Now that I do find intriguing are there other things you can do, besides heal with them?" Leaning over the table a little more as she listens. Of poisons too there is a curious glint in her eyes and which symptoms are caused by particular toxins?"

Igraine grins. "A great many things, you can heal, mind heal, put someone in a trance…. it all ties into the toxicology too. Certain oils and mixed can make powerful poisons, ones that kill, paralyze, make someone sick." Igraine re-positions herself and continues talking. "Symptoms vary depending on the toxin, you'd have to be more specific in your questioning."

It sounds like something out of a fairytale, but perhaps it is because Moanna is a story weaver that she believes the words entirely. Her knuckles go faintly white around the teacup, lifting it to her lips, before asking, "But a poison that mimics the poison of certain kinds of tunnel snakes? Would that be possible?"

Igraine sets down her mug and lifts a brow in question at Moanna. Oh, ho!!!! There is definitely more to this than Moanna is giving up. Hmmm. "Aye, poisons that replicate those symptoms can be made, though it is inadvisable. Making the poisons can be just as deadly as imbibing them if one is not careful." Igraine had the lovely chance to see those consequences during her lessons growing up, one of her classmates had accidentally poisoned himself.

Moanna's expression hardens for an instant, replaced by her usual smile twice as quickly, swallowing. Her fingers lifting the cup to hide her mouth for a few moments. "I see." She manages, at last, looking a little bit green. "I'm sorry, I think I spent too much time in the sun. I need to go lay down." finishing her cup. "Thank you for the tea. Let me know when you would like to do the lessons, I will be sure to show up."

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