Redsand Canyon Don't go chasin' waterfalls

Set after the meeting

She had spent so much time on finding the perfect place, on finding everything make someone comfortable in a location away from prying eyes. She had spent months on gathering furs to make someone feel at home, to not sleep on the cold ground. She had found objects that could be used to carry water or even place herbs in to give to the sick and injured but what did all that hard work get her? Nothing, she had to find a way to move it all or start over again because the woman she treated had caused a rift between her home and their once allies.

The Medic huffed as she bathed two of the largest furs she had and set them out on cool stone, outside the curtain of vines and flowers, she was slowly placing the curved objects in one amd her dried herbs in the other. There was no doubt that the herbs would be mixed and unusable by the time they arrived but she could not help but hope.

A moment passed and all she could do is stare at her collection, trying to figure out what to do with her skulls and crystals next but she said two words with anger and malice.

"Fucking Hell!" This was going to be impossible, if only the ghosts that she had attracted herself could actually do something!