SALVES | PLOTTED STARTER | @maitiest (Maito Lee)
Zabuza leaves all things feminine to the likes of Haku. These tasks far from beneath to eyes of rich dark soil. A sense of duty found in the sole reliance on his ability to produce their salves and remedies in order to tend to their wounds. No help to be sought by the people of their nation. An understanding present of who and what they were.
With his most precious person to rest, Haku must use this downtime granted to collect and replenish his stores. A day’s work ahead of him, out in the forest by the first sign of daylight. The warmth of the sun’s rays soothing to pale skin exposed in this Summer’s heat. The Land of Waves granted a fairly peaceful season this time around. Their only worries spanning from the whirlpools that plagued their little village. Their time here to be short and quick, Haku must collect what he needs to last them for days to come.
Yes, out here in the forest, he must fill these baskets to the brim. His gratitude always given as he plucked from the Earth itself. Robbed it of it’s children, hard work on it’s part to birth every kind it could muster. Soon he had a jar filled with mint for stomach ache and chest pains. A medicinal herb useful in a wide variety of ways. Often set to extract it’s essence to scent and flavor salves to be produced.
Haku finds a bed of wild turmeric and ginger growing far into the woods. The only difference between the two being the shade, one darker and deeper in color whereas the other matches the complexion of his skin. Two jars opened and set aside as he dug into the soil, moist from the most recent mist. Dirt stained his black pants, skin tight and damp with soil. His pink sleeveless kimono was marred with the juices of his spoil, dirt to speck it here and there. His hands covered in an earthy scent as he worked, sweat beading on his forehead. Haku to cut each root he dug up, placing them in their designated jar to be washed and frozen to extend their longevity.
The voice of another could be heard. A momentary pause taken to assess the likelihood of danger presenting itself. Well equipped, what he needed present in the knife in his hand and his senbon hidden in the folds of his obi. Trust placed in his own ability to be quicker than anyone who dared to approach him.
He waits, resuming his task at hand. No threat detected in the atmosphere despite the tension present that kept him alert.
