A wild breeze blew by which nearly knocked Amadella flat on her face. The piece of paper she had been rereading while stopping on the road was snatched from her hands which made her throw down her satchel and ran after the paper which appeared to quickly blow away. "Halt, cease this frivolity at once!" She snapped, trying to order the wind or at least her letter; neither seemed intent on following her sharp tongued orders. "Come back to me now!" Amadella found herself weaving around in half circles trying to get her hand secured around the parchment. At this point, it was just teasing her, fluttering down near the ground as if pausing to catch its breath and when Ama lunged, it would pick up the wind and fly out of reach. "This is the devil's work...I swear this omen means nothing to me now if you would just stop moving..." She seemed to be trying to calm herself as she stopped chasing the letter and the wind finally settled. "Thank you." She snapped and marched over to where it had settled, underneath a tree's safe secluded shade. Amadella bent down and picked up the letter and ran a hand through her dark chocolate hair which was complimentary to her own dark coated skin. The woman was currently closing in on our destination, she was a traveler and had walked the lands for quite some time yet there had been a time when she almost refused to leave her seaside home. It had been a perfect home for herself and now she could call anywhere home. Her eyes looked down at the letter to reference its contents to ensure she was on the right path yet it was a letter she had been looking at daily since it reached her.
His Majesty, Aeus the Great, requests your presence in Xynae at week's end. You have been chosen by Dakhir the Bold, hero of the Fourth War himself, to participate in the retrieval of the Medallion of Prayers. Our Great King has found a way to defeat Iadel once and for all, and he wishes you to have a great hand in it. Your expertise in herbal alchemy will be a valuable asset to your team. Please gather all belongings you feel will be necessary for your journey. Our King will provide extra funds for any supplies you need. However, spend light! Ashem needs its funds to take back the land Iadel as stolen.
Long live Ashem!
Grand Secretary of Ashem
It was hard to seek those skilled in herbal alchemy. That much was obvious. In all of her travel, Ama had only come across two or three others like her mother who could wield plants and herbs to their own advantage. It wasn't a practice you could just tackle on a mere whim, no, it took years of study and dedication. Amadella looked to where her white leather pack was waiting for her. She was currently walking down a long dirt path which would lead her into her capital city. It was a great honor to be summoned though how the men found her was quite a tale to regale her new team in due time. Amadella hadn't had time nor fancied the thought that she ought to contact her family back home and tell them of the great privilege bestowed upon their only child. Feeling she could rest for a few moments after dealing with a rouge wind, she sat back against the trunk of the tree and folded the letter back up. She had on a simple white long dress which flowed away from her slender hips. She had layers of thin smooth fabric, most of it paid for by making potions or balms for the few wealthy she visited while wandering the earth. With a small delicate sigh, she rolled her neck around, trying to ease the muscles which were too tense to be defined as comfortable. The strain seemed to be taking a toll on her body as she was trying to be quick about arriving in Xynae with a day or two to spare. As soon as she was there, she would find the time to tend to her own aches and pains.
First and foremost, she wished to tend to the aches and pains of her beloved kingdom. Amadella looked around the land which was pale green. The grass under her was fading to a muted color but she had seen many beautiful places which were lush with greens and rubies and turquoises and golds. Reaching a hand, she grabbed the trunk and got back to her feet, finding that she had wasted more than enough time fumbling with the wind's practical jokes. "Time to get going." She said aloud, mostly to provide remembrance and motivation. Walking back to where her bag was next to the road, she picked it up and slung it over her bare shoulder, as her white dress had a strongly tied ribbon around her neck for support. Del continued to walk along, she wore sturdy leather sandals which wrapped tightly around her ankles. As when she needed to get to an herb or berry she needed for her collection, she needed support from her feet. While some women her age worried about appearances, Amadella kept things simple with taste and style. Now that the war had passed, she was sure people's mind were fogging, especially those of Iadel, with frivolity. Walking along, she passed a cluster of bushes which could provide some help in making oils and lotions so she stopped to collect some leaves. Other than that, the woman kept on walking, only to stop when her feet really really refused to walk. Only she knew her limits and she enjoyed pushing them every day.
So far, Amadella had been en route to Xynae for about three days. She stopped in small towns, trying to avoid the taxing cost of the city fare. But she was a simple woman, she didn't eat a lot, didn't eat much meat if she could help it and drank water and milk, trying to steer clear of those fermented sorts of troubling beverages. At the moment, Ama was sitting outside of an inn in a small town called Nyforia. One of the townsfolk noticed the band around her head which signified her status as a healer in herbal alchemy and approached her. The twilight behind him made him almost appear like an angel. He began stuttering about his sick wife who was bedridden and while Amadella would have accepted the offer to help and get paid for her trouble, she was seriously considering not helping as she felt she was taking too long with her travel. Looking away, trying to avoid the man's pitiful eyes, she inhaled and found a light hay scent nearby. She then looked around and decided the man must have been the origin of the new scent. "Sir, I can help your wife if you'll find me transport to the city of Xynae. Do we have a deal?" She asked him. Her reasoning for asking him was because she had seen large horse drawn carts carrying hay and wood had passed in and out of the town. By that reasoning, she decided the town must do a lot of importing and exporting despite its relatively tiny size. The man seemed to take his time to answer which the woman didn't have a problem with. She could be understanding, even in a hurry.
"I will." He finally concluded.
"Wonderful, take me to your home so I may conclude the woman's ailment and concoct a treatment." Now that she had an answer to her problem, her mind could be free to focus on the woman who needed her help. Of course had she been less early than intended, she wouldn't have been too troubled as long as someone had been made healthier, then it would have been worth it. The gray haired man took them to a small cottage and let her inside. Amadella made her way into the bedroom and saw a frail woman in bed. "Please wait outside, sir." She said smoothly and strode over to the side of the bed and placed a graceful hand on the woman's forehead. She didn't like distractions when she was working, there could be swords clashing for all she cared, but she would always to her best to tune out anything of real annoyance, which included worried eyes watching her like a hawk. "Ma'am, your husband has called for my services, allow me to help you." She said tenderly and the woman opened her cloudy eyes. Amadella needed to speak with her for five minutes before she headed back out into the other room which seemed to serve as kitchen and sitting room. "Sir, I know what ails your wife, I will have the remedy ready before tomorrow's sunrise, I expect transport will be ready then as well?" She asked, making sure he held up his end of the deal if she did hers. The man nodded and said she was free to use their kitchen but she shook her head and said she preferred sitting in nature and working there. Then she said she would be back at dawn and the man offered her a half of a loaf a bread which she took and departed.
Her dress tickled her skin as she quickly waded into the grass behind their house. The small village known as Nyforia was sparse and settled in a large field, using the main dirt road as its only use of transport. Once she found a spot she liked, she sat down and pulled out her stone mixing vassal named Urkwia. It was a round deep well made of smooth stone. Urkwia's handle was shaped like a bone and was used to crush and meld herbs and other ingredients together. She then pulled out some of the necessary things for the potion she would be making. The rest of the time spent until night finally fell was used preparing and measuring the right ratios for the potion. When night fell, she found herself coming to a forceful stop. She laid back on her back and began to nibble on the bread. Her thin hands would rip off pieces and press them against her smooth lips. While many travelers may have poor skin thanks to weather's unholy sense of humor, her skin and hair was nice, as she consider appearance and grace and generosity to be traits of necessity. When dawn finally came, she was able to finish her potion and mix it together. She quickly found the man's home and wandered inside. He was there, tending to his wife but it would mean nothing unless the woman drank the potion as Amadella instructed. "Please have her drink a spoonful every hour for the rest of the day, she will be fine by tomorrow's sunrise." Del smiled. The man began profusely thanking her and then guided her outside to a younger looking man, but not by much. The other man would take her into the city as requested so the husband could stay with his wife. "Thank you." Amadella bowed her head and climbed into the back of the cart carrying hay and a few finicky chickens.
The ride took about a day and a half and when the man let her off and turned around, Amadella looked in awe at the dark capital. She had arrived late in the evening and found herself digging the letter out from her satchel. "Stay put." She said bitterly at the letter as she carefully unfolded it and looked it over. Well she was in Xynae...now what? She supposed she should find the castle and inquire there but she wasn't sure if she should do it now or wait till the morning. She had gotten to the city within the week and had about two days, at best, to wander the streets with wide eyes. Ama walked along, eyeing the locals. Despite her travels around Ashem, she had yet to set foot in Xynae and now here she was. It was an overwhelming experience to say the least. She continued to walk around, trying to find a place to buy some new supplies since it sounded like she would be traveling a lot and she needed to have the basics for her alchemy set. It was little surprise to her, that she located a large herbal store which specialized in her specialty. She looked around and only bought one or two herbs as she didn't have many funds and the note did say the king himself would fund some of her needs. While she didn't wish to drain their money, she would take the offer. After exiting the shoppe, she went down and found a simple inn she could stay in. She and the man behind the desk talked about how intimating yet majestic the city was and how proud she was to be from Ashem. She took her bag up to her room and sat down. She decided that first thing in the morning, she would find the castle and let them know she had arrived and was ready at any time.