Zainab shut the doors of the medical cabinet with a heavy sigh. A long day of caring for injured patients had left her in a rather fatigued state. She had just finished cleaning up the healer's hut, disposing of bloodied rags and sanitizing medical supplies for their next use.
She slumped back in her chair, her eyes heavy as she stared out the window. It was about dusk, a hint of orange light hiding beneath the darkness—a sure sign that she had missed the dinner-time mark.
But she wasn't necessarily worried about that right now. What she needed was a little pick-me-up…
The healer smiled to herself as she picked herself up, reaching for something fixed and hidden on the shelves above the work table. She carefully pulled out a corked glass vial containing a mysterious purple liquid. The label, strung with twine, bore a subtle symbol of a skull.
"Just a sip.." she mummered to herself, popping the cork from the vial as she brough it close to her lips.
Before she could even take a swig, a younglings voice called out, causing her to flinch. "What are you doing?"
Zainab's eyes darted towards the door where she spotted a young lamb in a red shawl holding a bowl, innocent eyes staring at with curiousity.
"O-oh, hello there Temi.."
Zainab put the cork back in, setting it on the table with a air of nervousness as the young ewe approached her.
Poison sipping will have to wait... She pressed a hand on her chest as she let out a exhale, noticing that the bowl was filled with cauliflower soup.
"Big fella didn't see you at dinner so he had me deliver it to you, since he had to leave for the night," Temi started, her arms crossed as she leaned against the table. "You didn't answer my question by the way."
Zainab pinched her lips together as a finger tapped against the table, trying to come up with a logical answer.
"To put it simply, I was having a...unconventional beverage.."
Temi peered closer at the exlixer resting on the table, before her eyes focused on the healer. "Are you drinking poison Miss Zainab..?"
"...Yes..."
There was a still pause in the air between them as she gave Temi a reply. Zainab didn't *exactly* feel comfortable telling a mere child that she was, in fact, going to drink poison that *could* potientally kill her, poison immunity or not...
"That is so cool..." Temi whispered, her eyes sparkling with intrigued.
"W-what?" Zainab stuttered, put off by the young ewe's apparent ethusiam.
"That is so cool!" she repeated, her tail wagging as she beamed excitedly. "Have you done it before??? How are you not dead right??? "
Zainab couldn't help but giggle at her questions, a hand hovering her own mouth.
"It took me *years* with self-experimentation, but the reason why I'm not dead is because I developed a immunity to poison..."
"Can...Can *I* develop a poison immunity?" Temi asked, clearly excited as the prospect of being able to consume poison without barely any trouble.
"Maybe when you're older...you are pretty young afterall and I do not think your caretaker would approve."
Temi crossed her arms with a 'hmph!', the healer playfully rolling her eyes at the young tyke's pouting.
"I am so sorry your guardian and I doesn't want you harmed.." Zainab teased, patting the young girl's head. "Thank you for the meal, much apperciated.."
I had a fifteen minute long crying session yesternight over the fact that all I was 10 years ago, at the ripe old age of 14, is lost and lonely, and now, at 24, I am neither and that filled me with so much gratitude
reblog to tell a teenager that these aren’t actually the best years of your life and that things can and will get better when you have independance and maybe are away from your situation right now.
fandom is a lot more fun when your goal isn’t to be “that big, popular account” within the fandom but just to have fun and talk about what brings you comfort and happiness by the way
Sometimes I complain about writing but at least I don't have to know anything about colour theory. God truly gives his hardest battles (figuring out shading and anatomy) to his strongest warriors (artists)
sometimes i complain about art but at least i don't have to know anything about good dialogue. god truly gives his hardest battles (figuring out plot threads and character development) to his strongest warriors (writers)
