Fallen From Grace

Samara followed and made her way out of the crowd.  “The beach sounds perfect.  But if you are new here then that’s the perfect time to ask.  You should be able to go someplace new!”  She grinned at her.  “So where are you from, may I ask?”

“Oh, you are too kind! I will be sure to do so.” Maeve’s ears pricked  upon hearing the words Cair Paravel. “You dwell at the castle, milady? Then it is likely you are acquainted with my brother Ash! He is a gentleman in waiting to King Edmund.” She can’t help but sound proud when she speaks of Ash. 

“I just wish to help if I could.”  Samara nodded, finding the young girl’s excitement charming.  “I do!”  She paused trying to picture who her brother could be.  “I might be! I haven’t met many at the castle, but I will be sure to look out for him now.”

Samara looked up when she saw that he was addressing her.  She couldn’t help but laugh, she guessed it would be a bit concerning seeing a woman sitting at the edge of the fields.  “I am fine, thank you.  Just trying to refill some of my herbs.  I noticed I was running low on them.  What brings you out here?”

Samara was walking around the halls of the castle.  Being a star, she never really was used to sleeping at night time.  She turned a corner and saw someone looking out the window, growing curious she made her way towards her.  Her mind must have been elsewhere because she jumped when Samara drew near.  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.  Are you alright?”

“Thank you,” Peter replied, taking the jar, though he cringed at the idea of getting something even stronger. He disliked even asking for this since he was paranoid about it knocking him out and then leave him unable to be woken should he be needed. “Does this have any effects on dreams would you say?”

“You’re welcome, I’m happy to be of service.”  She enjoyed what she did, she likes knowing that she is helping those who need it.  “It effects everyone different, but I can put in something to subside dreams if you wish?”

"That is just painful to sit through.  And it’s not like you could have left that lecture.”  Samara grinned, happy to be making a new acquaintance.  “Sure! Do you have anything in mind?”

Maeve waved her hand in the air, gesturing that she was no trouble at all. “Oh no! No trouble at all. The seamstress is feeling poorly today, so it is only me- but I can assist you in anything you might need.”

Samara smiled and relaxed knowing she was not being an inconvenience.  “Well I hope she gets better quickly.  If she gets worse I can come and help her you know, I am the apothecary for Cair Paravel.”

The morning air was beginning to chill the young dryad. Pulling her thin cotton robe closer around herself, Maeve made her way into the seamstress’ shop with a basket of yarrow flowers for dye. The flowers would make a beautiful yellow tint that Maeve was sure would have ladies and gentlemen alike pouring into the shop before the All Hallow’s celebrations. 

Samara had a day off and decided to do some shopping outside of the city.  When she saw  a dress shop she immediately knew she wanted to browse for something.  She walked inside and was a bit surprised to find no one attending it.  

Samara was listening to the speaker, she was spaced out during the speech but tried to keep up out of politeness.  But when the girl next to her spoke, Samara couldn’t help but laugh a little.  “Honestly she lost me as soon as she started.  I feel bad though, does she know she lost almost the whole crowd?” 

Peter smiled at the Star, hands folding behind him. “Good evening Samara, I hope you are well?” He paused a beat before deciding to just say what he was here for. It wasn’t, after all, a rare request from him despite how he hated so to ask. “I was wondering if you had any herbs to help a Son of Adam sleep?” Preferably that stop dreams.  

Samara smiled warmly at the King standing in front of her.  “I am, and you?” She nodded at his request and immediately set to work.  Grabbing an empty jar she went  quickly around the room grabbing various herbs and roots.  After she mixed them together she handed them to King Peter.  “If you seep this in tea before you go to bed it should help.  There should also be enough in there to last you a week or so.  But if it doesn’t work within a few days we can try something stronger.”