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Who: Cadfael and you (will math format)
What: Getting a routine
When: 7/4-7/11
Where: Various districts
Rating: tbd
Sigyn's district: outside the cottages
Without the constant routine of life in the Abby, Cadfael was, if nothing else, grateful for being provided with seeds and tools to start a garden-or two or three. The ground here was perfect for starting them, however late it was for the usual growing season. After some weeks being here, here, he already had some plots set and furrowed, with tiny seedlings already sprouting from the earth. Admittedly, he had helped them along the way with the 'power' granted to him by Lady Sigyn, but otherwise they seemed to be growing and thriving as they normally would otherwise-that was all that mattered. The building they called the hospital was in need of a stock of medicine, the basis of which came from various roots and herbs grown, collected and processed, and he would help them in any way he could.
Anyone with reason to go by the during the morning or later in the evening would see a stocky built, old man in plain clothes, working at a garden. With the weather and only one set of robes, Cadfael felt obligated to dress more as an ordinary man, then a monk.
Heillhaus : Frigg's district:
Whenever Cadfael wasn't in the garden or collecting plants, he was in the hospital, learning the newer techniques, sanitation, and tools. He knew about keeping tools and wounds clean, but also why wounds became infected and something called germ theory. Having to relearn over the humors wasn't easy for someone his age, but it was work that kept the brain sharp-and it did mean no one relied on bleeding nearly as much, to his relief
When he wasn't studying with the other students, he was in one of the labs, marveling at just how advanced and easier the tools and labels made everything. Some remedies still had to be made by hand of course, and he had to be careful labeling what they were and how much was required per dose.
Library: Odin's district
With most of his work taking place in the hospital, Cadfael only came to the library to read up on things that didn't have much to do with medicine, but helped a lot. Any books to do with what was called the sciences, so that the doctors wouldn't have to remind him all the time. The various diseases there were and just how the plants he worked with did help to treat them. One might have thought that such knowledge would cause him to question his faith in God, but far from it. Even the scant bit of knowledge only reminded him of how complex the will of God was, and how humans could only hope to gain such knowledge in a few hundred lifetimes and not come close.
Above all, he could be found at one of the tables, writing in one of the blank books. Now that he understood the why and how, he felt obligated to share and record what he knew of various plants and their medicinal uses.
Wildcard: have a different starter or scene idea you'd like to try, you can reach me on discord at Rschwartz501#6755 or send me a PP at
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What: Getting a routine
When: 7/4-7/11
Where: Various districts
Rating: tbd
Sigyn's district: outside the cottages
Without the constant routine of life in the Abby, Cadfael was, if nothing else, grateful for being provided with seeds and tools to start a garden-or two or three. The ground here was perfect for starting them, however late it was for the usual growing season. After some weeks being here, here, he already had some plots set and furrowed, with tiny seedlings already sprouting from the earth. Admittedly, he had helped them along the way with the 'power' granted to him by Lady Sigyn, but otherwise they seemed to be growing and thriving as they normally would otherwise-that was all that mattered. The building they called the hospital was in need of a stock of medicine, the basis of which came from various roots and herbs grown, collected and processed, and he would help them in any way he could.
Anyone with reason to go by the during the morning or later in the evening would see a stocky built, old man in plain clothes, working at a garden. With the weather and only one set of robes, Cadfael felt obligated to dress more as an ordinary man, then a monk.
Heillhaus : Frigg's district:
Whenever Cadfael wasn't in the garden or collecting plants, he was in the hospital, learning the newer techniques, sanitation, and tools. He knew about keeping tools and wounds clean, but also why wounds became infected and something called germ theory. Having to relearn over the humors wasn't easy for someone his age, but it was work that kept the brain sharp-and it did mean no one relied on bleeding nearly as much, to his relief
When he wasn't studying with the other students, he was in one of the labs, marveling at just how advanced and easier the tools and labels made everything. Some remedies still had to be made by hand of course, and he had to be careful labeling what they were and how much was required per dose.
Library: Odin's district
With most of his work taking place in the hospital, Cadfael only came to the library to read up on things that didn't have much to do with medicine, but helped a lot. Any books to do with what was called the sciences, so that the doctors wouldn't have to remind him all the time. The various diseases there were and just how the plants he worked with did help to treat them. One might have thought that such knowledge would cause him to question his faith in God, but far from it. Even the scant bit of knowledge only reminded him of how complex the will of God was, and how humans could only hope to gain such knowledge in a few hundred lifetimes and not come close.
Above all, he could be found at one of the tables, writing in one of the blank books. Now that he understood the why and how, he felt obligated to share and record what he knew of various plants and their medicinal uses.
Wildcard: have a different starter or scene idea you'd like to try, you can reach me on discord at Rschwartz501#6755 or send me a PP at
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They've almost certainly seen Cadfael before, if only from a distance. Fran had been carting the injured back to the hospital for most of the dragon fight, and lingering around the gardens enough to see him around. Today, while it was warm and the sun was high, seemed like a good time to actually say hello.
While he's busy planting more seedlings, the nymph approaches, stopping just to the side and crouching down with a gentle smile. "I've seen you here quite often- " They hum, the light rolling accent of their voice hinting at some old tongue. " Do you enjoy gardening, mister? "
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Besides, he had seen the person-Cadfael could only guess it was a young man-around before; assisting the hospital with the wounded and such, therefor he couldn't be all that bad.
There's something in the young man's voice that reminds him of his native Welsh, if in lilt if not words. He didn't understand the address of 'mister', but he could guess the context well enough. "Brother," He corrected. "Not mister. I'm no one's master."
Not that anyone would figure without his robes. "It's both a pleasure and a requirement. The hospital's in need of medicines, and these herbs will provide just the sort."
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There's a few slow blinks, the correction somewhat passing over their head. " Brother?... But you don't look like a nymph, and we don't tend to have brothers." They return, missing the point by a country mile.
That aside, their arms shift to rest behind their back, lingering over the garden to glance across the plants. "I see... Strange, how in a world brimming with magic we still need traditional medicines." They mused, stepping to one side and considering. " Would you like some help? "
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He immediately thought of the stories of the Fae, spoken in secret among the Welsh and English alike, but still cautiously believed. This young man implied he was a nymph, but what were they if not nature spirits. "Magic is only a tool, and in my experience it's best not to be self reliant on just one."
That and only that was how he would justify having such gifts in the first place. "Help would be much welcomed. The plants have already sprouted, but they need to be watered and checked for weeds."
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Settling onto their knees nearby, Fran peered over some of the newer sprouts cautiously, picking out a few spotted weeds and glancing back to the stranger. "Of course. I'm not sure how seasons work in this place, but we could certainly plant more, if you have the seedlings for them!" It felt like mid-summer, but who knew how things would change. Did this place even have a winter?
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"The Lady Sigyn has given us a gift in that regard." He pointed towards the seedlings, before going back to work. "These I was able to grow in just two days, when usually such growth would take a week."
Therefor, even if it was rather late in the season, they did have a head start. "May I ask your name?
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"Oh-" They pause, blinking back in Cadfael's direction and letting a warmer smile grace their lips. "My apologise. Please, call me Fran. It's nice to meet you, Cadfael."
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Well, that's what he was figuring out anyway. "Well, until now, I believed they were just myths."
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"If we've come from different worlds, it may be impossible to tell!" They muse. "But it's interesting how so many different places can have such similar stories, no?" If nothing else, it suggests there's a bit of common ground for all of them.
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"Does your kind take liquids? I have a dried mint and fennel brew that is rather refreshing, and it is getting rather hot out."
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Fran's head tips, blinking up from the garden bed to glance at Cadfael. "Hm? We can drink, yes!" Their smile only grows, prompting the one more appropriately dressed for the heat to stand up with him. "That sounds lovely, if you're offering." A simple nod to suggest they'll follow.
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He led the boy inside the cottage, still luxurious by all accounts from what he was used to. "The ability to have running water indoors is miraculous."
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"It's quite the marvel! These houses have such convenient enchantments in them... " Their head turns about, looking for something before pointing. " Like those!" Otherwise known as lights.
Still, their head drifts a bit to peer around the rather cozy looking cottage, seemingly quite pleased with its design. "These are nice homes~ They look more like what I might have found in my world!"
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And given his own work, neat and tidy is something he appreciates.
He lead the young man into the kitchen/dining area. If he chose to follow him instead of being seated at the time, he wouldn't mind. "Please, make yourself comfortable."
Cooking with the ovens was still something to grow accustomed to, but atleast he knew how to brew drinks.
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"Mhm- Of course, I've never been inside one before, until we arrived here. But they looked similar on the outside!" They return, waiting until it seemed like Cadfael was almost ready to take a seat at the table, sliding out a chair and settling down with a content smile.
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"Odd ones... They're homes with round doors, hidden inside the hills! They feel more like a nest or den than a human home. It's nice." They return, even beaming towards the man. "Perhaps it's typical for Honir, the houses can be quite tricky to find if you don't already know where they are."
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"Good morning! Can I ask what you're planting?"
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The farms needed tending, it's true, but herbs and such plants were needed for medicinal purposes as well.
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"Not much to do right now, just making sure the ground is free from weeds." By luck, he hadn't seen any pests or other insects nearby. "You're welcome to join me in conversation, if you wish."
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She decides the best way to continue conversation is to talk about herbs and plants so she does. "Are you going to plant chamomile? That's good for when you have trouble sleeping. Also mint is good for stomach troubles I think? "