Karlya: "I'll try it my way then we'll see"
She pulls out two brownish roots with two branching legs, looks like a pair of ginger by the way they looked. She sets out a small clay bowl (mortar) and a clay handle object (pastel) then sets out a small vial of salt, one vial of white vinegar, and a pouch of wood ash straight from the source of a campfire.
Taking the Xander Roots and pulling them apart and turning them into little bite size bits, she puts them off to the side on top of the small bag she used to carry the ingredients. She takes the vinegar and smells it then mixes it with the wood ash until it was a slosh of grey fluid. Taking the Xander Root bits and placing them inside the mortar, taking the pastel into her hand, she kneads the root making a cracking sound like cutting open an apple and starts using the sides of the mortar to mash the pastel against the bits to make a pastel, letting the root juice leak out. She gets the consistency she needs then drops some salt into it to soak up the juices from the roots and she crushes the pastel up with the pastel and hearing the clay clash is oddly satisfying to listen to. Karlya grabs the grey fluid and pours it into the mortar and works the mixture up until the brown mixed with the grey to make a wet and sticky paste. Tapping the pastel on the rim to get everything off it, she sets it down.
"Hold his head open and open his mouth"
Jibril does so, Red-Eye resists as he gets handled and Jibril has to calmly btell him to relax and open. Breathing through his nose, he complies. Karlya puts the mix into his mouth. It's so bitter! Sour! Ugh it's so disgusting! He winces as he tries swallowing it then lolls his tongue out.
Jibril holds him in her lap as the two of them wait for anything to happen.
They wait.
And wait.
Waited some more.
Jibril checks, he's actually sleeping. Checking his nose to see if he's breathing. Yep, out cold! They breath a sigh of relief.
She pulls out two brownish roots with two branching legs, looks like a pair of ginger by the way they looked. She sets out a small clay bowl (mortar) and a clay handle object (pastel) then sets out a small vial of salt, one vial of white vinegar, and a pouch of wood ash straight from the source of a campfire.
Taking the Xander Roots and pulling them apart and turning them into little bite size bits, she puts them off to the side on top of the small bag she used to carry the ingredients. She takes the vinegar and smells it then mixes it with the wood ash until it was a slosh of grey fluid. Taking the Xander Root bits and placing them inside the mortar, taking the pastel into her hand, she kneads the root making a cracking sound like cutting open an apple and starts using the sides of the mortar to mash the pastel against the bits to make a pastel, letting the root juice leak out. She gets the consistency she needs then drops some salt into it to soak up the juices from the roots and she crushes the pastel up with the pastel and hearing the clay clash is oddly satisfying to listen to. Karlya grabs the grey fluid and pours it into the mortar and works the mixture up until the brown mixed with the grey to make a wet and sticky paste. Tapping the pastel on the rim to get everything off it, she sets it down.
"Hold his head open and open his mouth"
Jibril does so, Red-Eye resists as he gets handled and Jibril has to calmly btell him to relax and open. Breathing through his nose, he complies. Karlya puts the mix into his mouth. It's so bitter! Sour! Ugh it's so disgusting! He winces as he tries swallowing it then lolls his tongue out.
Jibril holds him in her lap as the two of them wait for anything to happen.
They wait.
And wait.
Waited some more.
Jibril checks, he's actually sleeping. Checking his nose to see if he's breathing. Yep, out cold! They breath a sigh of relief.
