Mistress
Lit's Original Mistress
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The long winter had brought many of our people to death, mostly elders and some small children. The Healer worked for days upon days trying to heal those who were sick and dying. His efforts went unnoticed to most, as the hunters dug more and more holes in the frozen ground. It wasn't that he was incompetent, but mainly he was only one man, he could not carry the weight of the Clan upon his woren shoulders. He needed help, so he had to choose among the young for an assistant.
I never understood why he had picked me, I had never shown an interest in learning the ways of the healing earth. Yet I was chosen, and given my condition I accepted. Though I was older then most of the new mothers in the Clan, I had yet to marry and take up a hearth of my own. In the mornings when I woke my stomach would twist and turn from the morning sickness I felt from my pregnancy. The father of my coming child killed during a hunting accident not long after the conception. Two full moons have now been shining down on the tiny babe that grew in my still flat stomach.
I resisted taking a husband, though I had seen 22 summers pass by my clear blue eyes, and it angered the elders. I lived at the hearth of my parents who passed on during the winter, alone I tended to my life without the much-needed help of a man. The old medicine man had taken it upon him to supply me with the needed food and drink while I trained under his watchful eyes.
The morning air smelled damp, as the dark clouds hide the sun from view. It had been a stormy night, and the front of the cave was soaked through. Once the summer weather graces the land we will be able to move out of the cave and into huts. I licked my dry lips and frowned, placing a hand on my stomach. Squeezing my eyes shut as it turned.....
Squatting on the heels of my feet I search through my many pouches for the right ingredients. Finding what I was looking for I smile, realizing that maybe I will start to remember which plant is used for what. I added one part of black horehound, two parts of meadow sweet and one part of chamomile to a bowl. After the mixture comes to a boil I let it simmer for ten minutes then strain it into a small wooden cup.
I take a drink of the tea and grimace, I take my time and drink it all. The tea, if drunk three times a day helps nausea, and with as weak as my stomach had been I needed all the help I could get. I heard a small delighted laugh, turning I see the Healer and nod to him. He had watched me make my mixture and was pleased with what I had learned so far. He smiled and nodded then headed on his rounds to the elderly of the Clan.
Sighing I slowly stand and stretch my back then make my way to the front of the cave. The wind blowing my long curly dark hair about my shoulders, tangling it as I stared out at the new day. I pull it back from my pale features and tie a small strip of leather around it to keep it back. Soon summer would be here, and it will be then that I will have to start my search for a husband......
I never understood why he had picked me, I had never shown an interest in learning the ways of the healing earth. Yet I was chosen, and given my condition I accepted. Though I was older then most of the new mothers in the Clan, I had yet to marry and take up a hearth of my own. In the mornings when I woke my stomach would twist and turn from the morning sickness I felt from my pregnancy. The father of my coming child killed during a hunting accident not long after the conception. Two full moons have now been shining down on the tiny babe that grew in my still flat stomach.
I resisted taking a husband, though I had seen 22 summers pass by my clear blue eyes, and it angered the elders. I lived at the hearth of my parents who passed on during the winter, alone I tended to my life without the much-needed help of a man. The old medicine man had taken it upon him to supply me with the needed food and drink while I trained under his watchful eyes.
The morning air smelled damp, as the dark clouds hide the sun from view. It had been a stormy night, and the front of the cave was soaked through. Once the summer weather graces the land we will be able to move out of the cave and into huts. I licked my dry lips and frowned, placing a hand on my stomach. Squeezing my eyes shut as it turned.....
Squatting on the heels of my feet I search through my many pouches for the right ingredients. Finding what I was looking for I smile, realizing that maybe I will start to remember which plant is used for what. I added one part of black horehound, two parts of meadow sweet and one part of chamomile to a bowl. After the mixture comes to a boil I let it simmer for ten minutes then strain it into a small wooden cup.
I take a drink of the tea and grimace, I take my time and drink it all. The tea, if drunk three times a day helps nausea, and with as weak as my stomach had been I needed all the help I could get. I heard a small delighted laugh, turning I see the Healer and nod to him. He had watched me make my mixture and was pleased with what I had learned so far. He smiled and nodded then headed on his rounds to the elderly of the Clan.
Sighing I slowly stand and stretch my back then make my way to the front of the cave. The wind blowing my long curly dark hair about my shoulders, tangling it as I stared out at the new day. I pull it back from my pale features and tie a small strip of leather around it to keep it back. Soon summer would be here, and it will be then that I will have to start my search for a husband......