"Yes," Grímnismál nearly jumped at the presence but nodded, maybe rather too much. A fast answer as well, she was startled being at the moment. There was a wariness to strangers, even if they did accept her so. Being so used to the company of only her mother, it was something she was not prone to getting used it.
Hopefully, she'll learn so.
Her red eyes focused on the plant. It was recongizable, "That's sea holly, miss," the reaper responded, "they ease cramps, convulsions, and the falling sickness." She supposed they were useful for many. She found it especially useful to those who fell for the falling sickness; so her mother called it. If a wolf was prone to strokes and seizures, taking the sea holly often helped reduce the attacks.
"They're harmless!" Rather frantic, Grímnismál exclaimed rather loudly, "they're the long-legged ones.. Their webs are useful in bulks for soaking blood." She then added, rather nervously. It seemed rather foolish to use webs as a sort of 'bandage,' and especially so if its just one. Though when combined with others, they can be quite useful. As well as messy, if not handled right.
Silk worms were similar, but the reaper did not know if they were around these parts.
"I'm not too sure unless I see it." A similar plant that grows in spring, and has green leaves.. Very vague, she sunk in a bit of thought trying to figure what it could be. Though without a look, she couldn't really know.
"Moss..?" She understood spiderwebs were quite a delicate feature to use, it was also hard to gather. It was how her mother herded the spiders to gain the many supplies for wounds, but she didn't think moss was an option either. Though knowing her mother as well, she properly thought of it at some point, but preferred the whimiscle ways of the spiders, which was a large reason she was a 'witch,' rather then just a 'packmate' of the nordic sea-group.
Grímnismál knew she would have to gather some then, finding use in that.
Then the reaper followed the woman to the unknown herb, and she was rather excited to what it could be. As the land was so unfamiliar, she was curious on what grew around. Though then Erzulie asked a question, and she only could shake her head, "no, by the time spring came, my home was destroyed." it was something she imagined to learn by her mothers teachings, but now the time will not come.
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erzulie pondered the question a moment, and then pulled the kelp toward her in silence. she took one wet end in her jaws, carefully; the harlot lowered her muzzle and sought to wrap it gently around one of the girl's paws. firmly, not tightly, assured of herself.
when she had created the bandage, erzulie breathed upon the kelp, filling it with warmth so that it began to dry beneath her mouth. it would create a sensation of soft constriction. "place dis upon a bleedin' woun'. it will not keep de blood from spilling out, but may slow it a bit. put herbs beneat' it. de kelp will hold it in place." seeking the girl's eyes, an odd smile upon her countenance as she watched for the woman's reaction.
Her mother was not nearly as nice. Rather the witch would slur various and profanities to Grímnismál, often insulting her knowledge and basic ability of being a wolf. It caused her to have a rather negative view, and worsened when even her tail was taken away by the shark of the bay. Her mother never gave the end to that moment, and even when she was on a near deathbed from that fever, her mother continued to insult. She insisted, that Grim treat herself in that situation.
She nearly expected the other to be the same, instead she showed her softly by wrapping the kelp around her paw. Grímnismál had faintly seen this, but it was so long ago, and the same mother did not mention it again, "Is it able to be stored..?" Her voice, soft as a mouse, asked gingerly so. If so she would desire to constantly stock up upon the kelp, keeping it near often.
"Um, no one else was really interested, I suppose.. I came from a place of nordic warriors." And true to the day they died, and the calls of sounds of their dying breathe and scattering, they were warriors to the end. None too many learned much besides hunting and fighting, for their minds were but to be skilled and protect the isle, it was all they cared for.
And by pure bliss, did the witch of the isle knew variety of herbs. Some, more harmful then others, but nonetheless joyful they knew that someone could heal them so. Sad to say, she was but a lunatic in the end, and they would sigh and curse the factor of any wounds to go toward her. No one wanted to learn from the sea-hag, and so in the end, thrusted into the only child she had, Grímnismál.
"I haven't met too many healers, that are.. Nice." The only one, was Erzulie, and the only one she knew, was her mother.
"My mother would just kinda, force it, since they were so unwilling." Of course no one would want to be treated by a witch, and despite perhaps being on deaths bed they would try and have poisonous words against her so- Grímnismál heard it. Perhaps though she made it worse by not making it easier and roughly applying wounds or suggesting they may die in any second, even worse with the thoughts of poison looming behind that she said would use anytime.
The reaper never knew if her mother actually would, but there has been a few times when some patients simply.. Pass without a reasonable cause. She would shiver at the thought, and did not wish to ask if her mother dared to.
"I never seen a swamp." Grímnismál saw low-hanging trees within the mainland, sweeping nearly to the floor, but she never saw a place hot like the sun, and filled with water like the ocean. She was curious on such a place, "is it nearby?"
"I'd like to see it.." She wondered if her own was similar to that of a swamp, but it wasn't warm and deducted it was false. She remembered her mother preferred to remain by the tidepools on their isle, staying far away from the rest, and more often then not, chasing anyone who came near.
Erzulie was right though, she had barely any practice upon her medical skills, simply the knowledge that was passed down. Her mother would either say fend for herself upon being injured, but at the same time didn't trust her enough to actually tend to patients.. It was a toxic relationship to say the least, that made her quite self-conscious.