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Spring 4 - Crescent Town - 6:00 A.M. (Dasia and Emily)
A low rumble echoes throughout Dasia’s ears. The woman groans while placing a pillow over her head. Living by a waterfall seemed like a great idea, that is, before one of her windows broke. Sighing, she rolls out of bed and slips her beige boots on. Charts filled with plants line the walls, barely illuminated by dawn’s light. She shuffles to the door, making floorboards creak beneath her heavy sluggish steps. Down the hall there is a wooden door with a colorful drawing tapped to it. Dasia curls her fingers around the handle and pushes it open, baffled at her daughter’s ability to stay asleep despite the loud noise.
She shakes her head before chuckling, “Emmy, it’s time to get up.” Her short frame is bent over the girl, lightly shaking her shoulders.
Honey brown eyes can be seen between somewhat closed eyelids. The girl grumbles before pulling the sheets closer to her body. Dasia puffs her cheeks out before pulling the covers up.
“Momma,” she wines before getting off the bed.
“Get dressed, we’re heading out in fifteen minutes,” low heeled boots thud against the floor as the woman leaves her daughter’s room and heads downstairs.
She finds her work case and looks inside, ensuring all supplies are present. A high pitched yawn catches her attention from the stairs, barely loud enough to be heard. Blue, that’s the first thing Dasia sees when she glances up at her daughter. Emily is wearing her favorite dress today, along with her favorite shoes and stockings… everything is blue as one might guess.
“Mr. Kara will make you chocolate pancakes, you don’t want to be late for breakfast and miss out on them, right?”
Her lips twitch down at the mention of chocolate while the six year-old’s face lights up!
“Okay, okay, I’m ready momma! Look, I even have Bonnie with me,” she exclaims while picking up her rabbit shaped, cross body, purse.
The duo exits their small mountaintop home, and Dasia extends her hand down, “Hey! You always hold my hand when we walk down the road. It’s steep!”
Emily pouts, “I’m not four!”
“And neither is Mr. Rivers, but I've seen him slide down a path while I was collecting herbs,” her voice rings as they reach the bottom.
The girl giggles for a moment before looking around, and then marches forward, free of her mother’s grip.
“Land Ho!”
Emily lifts her hand and points toward the Inn.
“Land Ho is used when you spot land from the sea,” Dasia quirks an eyebrow up.
“…Building Ho?”
Laughing, the girl breaks off into a sprint, “It’s your fault if you don’t make it in time for an omelet momma!”
Catching up to her daughter, she says, “I can eat anything for breakfast, unlike a certain child I know.”
Dasia reaches for the handle and holds the inn door open, ushering Emily inside.
“Come on, let’s order our food, we’re on time,” brown eyes watch the clock, knowing full well that breakfast doesn't end for another five hours; hopefully, the girl doesn't learn the inn’s operating hours any time soon.
Around eight o’clock, the two departed from the inn, waving goodbye to the workers. They’re heading toward the mountains, to look for flora. The morning remains calm until the girl spots Skye and dagger in the distance. Once again, the little girl attempts to run off, but Dasia is prepared this time and grips her blue jacket.
“Hey, you can visit the Luminas' after class today, but I need to go pick some herbs,” her voice is flat; she’s said this too many times to sound surprised or sympathetic.
Emily slouches and follows her mother, sending wistful glances to the other woman, but they’re never noticed. Ten minutes pass by before the two reach the mountain base. Opening her case, Dasia pulls out two pairs of gloves. They’re rough and stained with green and pink streaks. She bends over, and straps a small pair onto the little girl’s hands before slipping on her own. Holding hands, the duo walk up the mountain adjacent to the one they live on. At first, plant life is sparse, but as they venture further up, trees and flowers come into view, looking as picturesque as a Monet painting.
White flowers catch the woman’s attention, and she approaches one of the smaller plants to her left (most of them are around two feet tall). Plopping herself onto the ground, she pulls a small shovel out of her bag and begins to dig the plant up.
“What’s this called?” She quizzes the little girl.
Emily’s eyes narrow, and she presses her lips together in a thin line while observing the plant, a smile spreads across her face with realization, “Anise! Well, or as you call it… Perpunella annesum,” she mumbles the last part.
“Pimpinella anisum,” the woman corrects her.
A smile spreads across Dasia’s face before she raises a finger, “It helps with congestion, and it is exactly what I was looking for!”