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  1. Steele’s Rose Part 3 of 4

    #FanFic #TheApothecaryDiaries
    #Wss366 ink / International #LGBTQ #PrideDay

    Steele led her back through the building to a screen in the back. Behind it lay a young woman with felt blankets heaped on her. Her flushed face was almost scarlet, and her eyes were vague with a yellow cast. Mystic signs had been #inked upon her face.

    The mercenary stooped beside the woman and laid a gentle hand on the blankets. “You must help her,” she said to Mao.

    “Mù’er, who have you brought?” the sick woman asked, then fell violently coughing.

    “My mistress; she is skilled at medicine. If anyone can help you, she can. Better than those Муусайн уйварчид.”

    “Who is she?” Mao interrupted. She bent down and felt the woman’s forehead as she waited for an answer. The patient’s skin burned under her hand.

    “My wife, Rose. Fire and ice spirits fight over her. She burns and then freezes. If you save her, I will pledge my life to you.”

    “I won’t require that,” Mao said. It was bad enough that Jinshi saddled her with this woman, but there would be no end to her obnoxious presence if she pledged herself as the apothecary’s personal retainer.

    “Some musk and a little snow lotus will do,” Mao said. As far as she was concerned, those would be much better than having someone follow her around all the time. Musk was expensive and useful, while snow lotus was rare; she’d never had any.

    “Just save her, and I will get you that and more. Just be quick before those worthless charlatans come. None that they have doctored have lived.”

    Mao had moved on to examining the woman’s eyes. The whites had taken on a yellow cast. “The liver?” No, she’d seen this before, mostly in the spring after the floods, never in cold weather. Without glancing up, she asked, “Have there been others similarly afflicted?”

    “Several on the street.”

    Pointing to puffy, red mosquito bites on the woman’s neck, Mao asked, “Have they had these? Gone to marshy places?”

    “They were gathering yellow flax in the lowlands to use as dye where шавьжнууд bit them.”

    “The fever goes away, but returns a few days later?” Mao asked.

    Steele nodded as bells and drums sounded in the background. Chanting accompanied the music and drew closer.

    “Shamen?” Mao asked.

    “залигчид,” Steele swore.

    “I need water, or better yet, wine or beer.”

    The chanting and noise were louder now, and the smell of steppe herbs burning reached their nostrils.

    “дарс,” the mercenary shouted to the people outside the screen. Then, speaking to Mao, she translated her earlier comment. “Yes, shamen, knaves, and swindlers. When the fevers and chills go away, they expect payment, yet take no responsibility when the demons return.”

    “They do no harm and perhaps some good. I smell them burning sagewort and juniper. Those are excellent. And there is something bitter, like wormwood. That’s good too, but if they make her cough, it means there is too much.”

    [Continued Thursday]

    #TootFic #NMFic #ApothecaryDiaries

  2. Die liebe Anja.
    Damals eins meiner ersten Modelle vor der Kamera. Und irgendwie ist man dann über die Jahre zusammen gewachsen. Leider wohnt sie nun nicht mehr hier im Ort, wodurch die Shootings sehr selten geworden sind.

    #fotografie #photography #photoshooting #fotoshooting #peoplefotografie #peoplephotography #creativeportrait #studioshooting #fotoshooting #photoshooting
    #tattooed #Tattoo #inked #inkedgirl