Walks in, her stride somewhat hindered by her blistered feet. -- Teyjatt Weyr: Dinining Hall and Kitchens

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Date Posted: 17:37:18 08/27/02 Tue
Author: Hyacinth
Subject: Walks in, her stride somewhat hindered by her blistered feet.

She pauses, looking about her, a large Flit egg in her arms. She finds a fir sack in one of the Storage rooms, and places the egg withing, after cushioning and surrounding it with ashes from one of the dying fires, she places it near the hearth to keep it warm. Smiling, She rose and places a chair over it for safety. Then, suddenly remembering her feet, she goes into the depths of the Storage rooms, searching for a pot of numbweed. Finding one, she picked it up and blew off a layer of dust, emerging in the kitchen again. Sighing in relief, she sat down and removed her shoes, wincing as she ran the hide against her soles. She opened the numbweed and slathered a generous amount on both feet. This is very awkward to do on my own. Ah well, I'll make do, I alwas have. She fished in he pack and pulled out some strips of cloth, made from her worn and tattered garments, wrapping them firmly about her feet, then slips her slippers back on, gratefull they were loose. She continued sitting for a moment, catching her breath, she had not paused to catch her breath before traveling here, and now she regretted it. Before long, she is dozing lightly in her seat over her egg.

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