Somnia padded onward, nose an inch above the ground, trying to locate the golden wolf's doctor office. She hadn't visited the office yet, but she figured that following the scent of the golden wolf would lead her to it eventually, or at least to the Healer himself. She paused for a moment, feeling an oncoming sneeze. "Not again," Somnia grumbled to herself before sneezing about three times in a row.
Somnia went over the symptoms in her head, preparing herself on what to tell the golden healer. She had a slight on-and-off headache, she knew she wasn't dehydrated, a few achy muscles, she was positive that she wasn't getting old yet, and what seemed to her to be vicious sneezing fits.
While lost in her head, Somnia hadn't realized she had neared the den until she was right on top of it. She could smell the mingled scent of herbs already. Letting out a few short barks, unintentionally followed by a couple of sneezes that wanted to prove their presence, she announced to @Ashton, who was hopefully in the den, that she had sought him out.
Ashton was downstairs, organizing his pantry with the helpful little trinkets he had collected. A few fresh blackberries, basil leaves, a husk of plum root, blue cap mushrooms, switchblade grasses, and another laundry list of accessories that medical knowledge allowed him to use correctly.
Little did the hippie know, he would be using a few of the rescourses today.
The first thing he heard as he replaced the wilted lavender in one of his infirmaries, was a flurry of sneezes. Then a few barks,
And more sneezes.
Someone needed a check up, eh?
Carrying the wilted lavender gently in his golden jaws, the lupine padded upstairs and through the comfortably 'small' den, and out the opening.
There stood the girl he mistakenly thought was air at the pack meeting.
Offering a charming smile, Ashton placed the light purple stems down, and inquired,
"Tell you're not here to kill me for bumping into you, when you have a bit of a cold, sweets?"
"Yeah, because it would be the most ideal thing in the world to kill the wolf that could keep my cold from possibly progressing into a horrible virus." Somnia teased, flashing Ashton a wolfy grin of her own.
She realized that she felt oddly comfortable around him. Maybe it was due to the fact that he wasn't straight up on manners and speech, like most of the wolves Somnia grew up around. The way he had given the alpha pair nicknames at the pumpkin event, he would of been dead meat if he had done that to her parents.
"What's the purple plant for?" Somnia inquired, gesturing to the plant Ashton had brought out with him. She sniffed it, seeing if she could tell anything about it from the scent. Nope, she wasn't a healer. Not the slightest idea of what it did, or where it came from.
"Aww, thanks, beautiful. Now I feel special. Atleast wait till I gotcha all healed up, theeen go for the 'knock em dead', yea?"
A twinkle resided in his emeralds, as he spoke to the ashen fae.
Hell, she was gorgeous. But then again, wasn't every girl that crossed his path?
It was just as if he could see beauty in everyone's form, whether it be male or female. The golden pelted dude was expected to have an affinity for all living things, and with an internal shrug of his shoulders, he supposed that counted for fellow lupines, as well.
Back to the present, Ash.
Oh yea,..
Right.
"Oh this? This is a plant called Lavender. Used for mainly its relaxing smell, and calming effects to the sniffer. Its a plant I line my infirmaries with, a nice little place you're going, so patients don't feel stressed or anything. Great stuff. And as much as I hate to say it, it's not the plant that im gonna use for ya sniffles, missy."
A chuckle dipped through his lips, and for once, the teen felt like he had been doing this all his life.
"I guess I could wait before trying to expose your guts..." Somnia replied with a fake disappointed sigh.
Somnia nodded slightly as she took in the information about the plant that Ashton spurted out at her. "So, what have you prescribed for my sniffles? Might be nice to know that I also have a slight on/off headache accompanied by being a little achy. Oh and preferably something that wouldn't kill me. I just know that you'd love too. Seeing how you like to walk into me with pumpkins on your head." She smirked, chuckling slightly at her own comment.
"You have no idea how professional I am at bumpin into babes with a pumpkin on my head. I've got it mastered. As for killin ya, I rather not. You wouldn't be as beautiful dead, as you are alive. "
Ashton stepped on the side of the den entrance, a gesture of 'ladies first'.
With remements of laughter from his previous statement, Ashton appraised we self analysis.
"I'm glad ya kept track of what's tha matter with you. Helps me get taster little medicines to help you out. And from what I'm hearing, sounds like you just got a common cold, babe. Nothin ta flame about. But I'm glad you came to me so early, because in weather like this, that crap mutates fast as hell, and comes back with twice the punishment."
Ashton gave the grayscale femme an appreciative look,
And went to explain what concoctions he had for her in the infirmary.
"When you go down this hall, there's a spiral of steps. There's firefly light leaves pasted on the walls everywhere, so no need to worry about falling over or stepping into any weird stuff. There's a hall of dens down there, and in the floor of each one is the same amount of soft furs I saved from meals, sanitized and sterile, of course. Not only that, they have lavender stems in there, so stress free.
As for the medicine I'm gonna give you, you just might light it. Hell, I like it. It's a drink of blackberry juice, basil leaves, and the remaining healthy pomegranates I have left. The combination takes you on a groovy trip, sweets."
Somnia stifled a laugh at his profession-ism of bumping into others while wearing a pumpkin. As for the flirty comment about her not being as beautiful dead, she brushed it off with a smile. Ashton seemed to be a bit of a flirt, so she supposed it wasn't that big of an indication at other desires.
Taking her lead through the entrance, she grunted with agreement. Everyone seemed to be prone to sickness in the winter.
Somnia noted the stairs and firefly leaves as Ashton had mention, but wondered what the 'weird stuff' he mentioned was. Only one way to find out. "Well, I see the stairs, and the brilliant invention of firefly leaves, but I haven't seen the 'weird stuff' you warned me about. Should I be scared?"
As for the concoction, she didn't mind, it was what she had come here for after all. But the fact that the golden wolf indicated that it might get her high, well, that was unexpected. She was alright with it though. For the most part, she trusted Ashton. Somnia was one of those people who trusted until their trust was broken.
Following her down the well dug and crafted stairs, Ashton took a look at the dowls of fish he had collected with Lash not too long ago. It seemed they were still alive, and any of the minnows that werent alive probably got eaten by the ones that were.
Watching the congealing splashes of silver in the bowls sitting on the dirt floor, Ash pointed his delicate muzzle in that direction.
"I mean, if you got a thing for stickin your paw in a bowl of fishies, be my guest. If thats the kinda thing you're into, I got plenty of fishie volunteers. "
Padded down the nicely lit hallway, admiring his pawdiwork, and congradulated himself. Looked pretty damn good, to him.
Ash chose 5th infirmary for his second patient, having her see all the roominess of the other 4, and the same exact size with hers.
He walked into the comforting room, and tapped the middle to the rooms floor that was covered with soft and sterile assortments of hides and furs, telling the girl,
"If ya dont mind, cop a spot, and ill be back in a jiffy with your fruit juice. And just because im in the mood for some myself, im gonna join ya on our wine and dine experience. "
Somnia looked at the fishies, pondering why Ashton would bother to keep them. They could end up being food, or maybe he found some weird healing property in them. As for sticking her paws in the bowls, "I think I'll pass."
Somnia followed Ashton further into the dirt tunnel, to a room that looked like the others they had passed. Why this one was chosen she had no idea, but it probably didn't matter.
There was an assortment of pelts on the floor. Well, now she knew some of the things that Ashton had ate since he got here.... Not that she cared. As the golden healer had told her, she 'copped a spot' in the middle of the furs.
She was left alone while he gathered her prescribed medications. Ashton had also made it sound like he was going to have some too. Wasn't it bad to eat those things when you didn't need them? Well, at least she would know that he wouldn't poison her.... Not that she expected he would.
Ashton took him time walking down the few feet it took to reach his storage of medicalities in the back room. Fruits on the left, herbs in the top left, bowls, pumice wood, and another bowl.
Verde orbs alight in the well lit room, Ash took the ripe and we'll rounded pomegranate, and gnawed it in half. Then, carefully drew the delegate catalyst like seeds from their reading bed within the fruit, dropping them in the bowls.
"Good thing I got a few spare. Poms are badass. "
For extra and a guaranteed health boost, Ashton added another pomegranate to Som's bowl. He didn't mind putting extradition of his remedies towards a cure. Especially for a patient.
The hippie then took the blackberries he retrieved, and added the voluptuous dark little fruits to the mixture. A couple more. A feeew more. Maybe ano...nah. No need to overdose the girl.
The teen then grabbed about 5 basil leaves, added 3 to hers, and the remaining 2 to his own helping. Finally, as a last minded effort, he added a small chunk of honeycomb to the mixture, giving it a higher viscosity, and a bit sweeter taste.
Taking the pumice woods in the front of his slim jaws, the handsome dude began crushing her serving up first, and soon began on his.
Ash took a smell of the drink, and say back in at. It smelled so good. Gahhh.
Ermagerd.
After finishing both the tropical cocktails, Ashton took her bowl in his jaws, appearing at her infirmary.
"Got ya medicine, sweets.
(Hey, you indicated earlier that this might get Somnia high?)
Somnia got to her feet, and sniffed the fruity mixture. It actually smelled pretty good! (Well, as well as it could without being meat.) She almost sneezed in it, but turned her head the other way just in time. She lapped up Ashton's concoction, savoring the taste. When she was done, not a single drop was left.
"What now?" She asked Ashton. Should she stay now that she drank the remedy, or leave now because all she had was a simple cold?
◆nah I'm sorry if you took it that way, my mistake. Unless you want her to? ◆
Wow, the girl downed it without even takin a breather.
Damn, well, then.
Eh.
Turning on his hinds, he snagged his from the little dirt mound,returned and sat in the doorway, drinking his own herb and fruit punch until it was gone as well.
Such a tasty drink, refreshing, rejuvenating, great shizz.
"Ah, now that's what I call a nice punch."
Licking his dark and freshly stained muzzle, the golden teen nodded towards Somnia.
"Most think medicine tastes like shit, when most of it is pretty good stuff. You should be up and about face in no time, toots. Unless ya wanna stay in this nice little cozy room, and make yourself at home till ya get better, I don't mind. Who knows, more Hawks could be rushed down here for EMR Op, and you'd be a good cheer leader for em. "
Ashton tried to imagine her in some sorta cheer girl routine, attempting to keep a smile on a wounded patient.
Failing to keep a straight face, he succumbed to laughing.
Oh, ok then. We can save that for a later date. I was imagining that she would end up sticking her paw in the fish bowls if she did though, and she'd silently get ecstatic at the fish fleeing from her. Haha... I like Ashton's character, it's really amusing. If she leaves, the thread will end.... But I don't see too much of a reason to stay... Either I can have her stay and the thread can continue or I can make a thread where maybe she finds lavender and remembers that you used it so she hunts Ash down? Long OOC..... >.>
Edit bc I forgot: I'm gonna wait for you to post first on the pumpkin party thread.
She agreed that all medicine didn't taste bad, but some of the leafy greens could be bitter. As for staying, the offer was put out there, but did she really need to stay? All Somnia had was a simple cold, and she probably would've survived had she not drank Ashton's smoothie. Before she could decide, the golden hippie broke into laughter at his own mention of her being a cheer leader.
Before Somnia could get the mental picture up and running, she broke into laughter too. It had always been that way with her for emotions. If a friend either started laughing or broke down crying, she'd be doing it too against her will without even knowing what for. Extremely emotional? Maybe. She liked to think of it as extremely empathetic. Didn't sound as bad.
The mental picture finally rolled in, a little late, but not late enough to be considered rude. Her, sitting on her hind legs in the hallway, moving her front paws up and down in the air rhythmically as she watched Ashton rush from room to room, each filled with a dying member of the caldera.
This brought in a new wave of laughter. Somnia was laying on the floor, snorting with laughter. Attempts at escape were futile. Okay... Maybe not entirely futile... Okay.... It stopped... Until she looked at Ashton laughing... Shit! Hehe.... The giggles going to stop anytime soon? Apparently not.
◆Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, lets see what I can think of.
Considering El is now in my ward, I can just tag you in his thread, and say you were sleeping in the den I gave you, and you woke up to the ruckus. Only if you feel up to bein a cheerleader.
Lmaoo
if not, I dont mind any other alternative. ◆
Before long, the femme was having a hysterical rave in the middle of her room, and Ashton watched in amazement. She was losin her shit.
Did he accidentally slip lemon grass in her drink?
Nah, that couldn't be right...or else he'd be bustin balls laughin just as hard as she was.
But laughter was contagious, and soon the soon-to-be-doc was laughing right along with her, chest heaving from the joyous moment.
Gawd.
That makes me feel as if the timeline has been warped, for the wounds were from the cougar attack that happened a day or two before Somnia joined, but go for it! I'll make myself get over it. I guess I'll also start wrapping this thread up. I'll pop up in the other thread if you tag me.
Okay... This wasn't working... They just kept fueling each other's laughter. The mental image wasn't even funny any more. It was the fact that they were still laughing. So Somnia decided to end it. She burrowed under the pelts head first, possibly mooning him before her rear end disappeared too. Not being able to see Ashton, as well as him being slightly muted, allowed Somnia the chance to calm down. The warmth of the pelts enclosed her, and drowsiness seeped in. "I'm crashing here." It was muffled and accompanied by a yawn, but still audible. Proving herself not to be a liar, Somnia fell asleep within moments.
◆ya know , you dont really have to, if you like to have a logical timeline. Im just commin up with different plots. Just entertainments sake. ◆
Ash had watched the belle burn out after he had taken a massive gasp for oxygen.
Jebus Chrysler, she was so...what was a word for it? Laughy? Prone to severe cases of laughter fixations?
Forget it.
Somnia had denned in under the pelts, and he only heard something like "Mine smashing pear."
Whut?...
Just let it happen, Ash. Don't ruin the chance of a chick sleepin in your massive basement.
Alright, chill.
Rising to his fours, the teen looked down at the slowly rising and falling mass of toasty furs, and he debated whether nosing the heap of wolf as a 'goodnight gesture' was a bit much on his part.
Nah,...save the sweet and saucy lovey dovey stuff for a conscious girl, dude. Isn't that like, rape orsomethin?....
Screw it.
He made his way to the den entrance, and called softly over his shoulder, "Sweet dreams, my little cheerleader. " before heading upstairs to go do wolf stuffs.