#brightwindsbarony

Nessa has finished her gardening and looks for Sir Brynden.

She finds him

He is currently having brunch

Alone, or...?

As a matter of fact, he's bragging to Pepper and Clio, "I kept them spell bound for what felt like an hour " It was closer to 15 minutes but he did do a good job "And the next thing you know, I'm done, they're in awe. As they should be" A grin

Pepper smirks "Normally Id' doubt a man could boast about himself for an hour but from you? Yeah I'd believe it" She sees Nessa "Hey Nessa! Can I get you some Brunch?"

"I already ate, thanks!" She smiles to Pepper, and offers her over a small basket, she has a bunch of parcels with her right now. "Here, I picked these for you while I was out, though. Meadow garlic and wild onions are in season."

"Oh, that's wonderful, thank you, Nessa" She takes them and rises "I'm gonna store these right away. I know just what to do with the onions too"

To Brynden, "I wanted to thank you for helping me, in Spectral lights. You could have said no, or logically pointed out that we might be offending the host's hospitality... but, anyways, thank you." She offers him a small container, a clay pot of about a pint size, but squat, and closed with a cork.

"As I said, the man was no host." The Dairann looks curious though and takes it "Should I Open this now? "

"If you wish." She is a little shy. Inside the jar is a salve of some sort, it glimmers with a little bit of glamour, and has a scent - not exactly pungeant but noticeable, not unlike a burning candle, but it is a smell of herbs and oil, sage and similar. Not floral, it is an appropriately manly scent without too much medical astringency.

"I call it 'Bruise Balm'. It won't heal a real wound, but for aches and bumps, like from training or muscle sprains, it will ease ache and hasten healing."

"Nessa, this is.. amazing work! There are members of my own house who have something like this but it's well beyond my limits"

"It's... well, it's something I made in practice, so please don't expect too much." Her cheeks color a bit, but she is pleased by his praise and that he likes the gift.

"mmm good scent too, this will attract the ladies" He looks at Clio "Right Scribe?"

Clio looks up from her notes, she was taking the story down and lowers her glasses "On behalf of my gender, and to keep your pride from being a bit too overbearing, I will neither confirm nor deny that but it IS pleasant smelling" A look to Nessa "Lovely work, Nessa. Have anything that aids carpel tunnel?"

"Actually... if you wouldn't mind, Brynden?" Nessa dips a fingertip into his salve, and then, with permission, will take one of Clio's hands.

Nessa's hands are slender, lightly calloused from working in the garden, but with a firm strength to them, as she carefully massages the fingers and joints, rubbing in the salve. A warmth spreads through Clio's hands, and the faint ache from too much scribing fades a touch, leaving a lingering tingle that is not unpleasant.

"I might swap out the warming agents for cooling camphor and mint, it might work better to sooth joints where this provides warmth to relax bruised muscles." Thoughtful, "If you'd like me to make some for you?"

"Oh" Clio says "That's.. nice. yes, please. Can you do it with a bit of lavender?"

"Of course! Lavender has a lovely lingering scent, and has anti-inflammatory properties."

To them both, she advises, "It doesn't last more than a fortnight at best, so I make small quantities... if it were a mundane product I would add preservatives, but that seems to affect how the magic lingers. In this heat, it needs to be used before the oil can go rancid." Apologetically.

"Actually, Clio, you might be able to help me out as well, if you have time? One, I'm looking for Ded Romeo... I have something for him as well. And also, I wished to send a package and letter to someone I met at Spectral Lights, but wasn't sure how to best address it."

"Understood, " The knight grins "Thanks again, Nessa. You really are a gem"

"Oh happy to help" Clio rises "In fact, I'm done here. Who did you want to send the letter to?"

She smiles to Brynden. "And you as well. "

Gems? Somewhere, Grete looks up in interest, then shakes her head in disgust at the turn of phrase and goes back to work.

"To Granddame Eir-Frey, one of the healers at Count Pom's court." A letter and a small parcel shown. "I've made notes of the healing properties of local plants that she should be able to find in Marfa, and some that I gathered here as well - they can help bolster healing cantrips without needing extra dross. It's not much, but it's something."

"Oh," A pause "I'm sorry, Nessa" Clio says "I can still get it to her but she's not currently at Marfa. Also she's an independent, not of the Court."

She blinks. "I'm sorry, I must have been confused... I thought she worked for the Count. Was she also called in to assist, as we were?"

"Well she was a local, but wasn't sworn to the count or part of his court. And now she's visting RIvervale" Clio says "She was on Emmisary's Gerd's list of possible recruits"

"Should we start again?" The Scribe asks "Perhaps just 'To Grandame Eir-Frey, Healer'?"

Slender hands pick up the shiny jar, bringing it close to sniff!

"Oh." She shakes her head, folding the letter and tucking it away. "Clio, what can you tell me of the healers who are part of the Count's court?"

"I'd have to double check to make sure I have the names right, but I know he has a clurichaun employed who knows Heatherbalm... a rather well paid fellow who can mix some rather nice cordials"

A frown. "I think I remember mention of him. He was not on the field for the common folk who needed healing."

"Of course not, he's supposed to be the Count's personal healer" Clio says "Do I find that digusting that he wasn't sent out? Yes. But that seems to be the logic used"

The jar is very pretty on it's own, with a BeatK mark on the bottom and a ribbon around the neck. Not purple, alas, but a rather nice sage green color.

The cut glass sparkles almost like crystal! She twists it back and forth to catch rainbows in the facets.

The smell fills the air, and Clio looks about

Irene is sniffing the potion!

"Do they not have any assigned to.." Sniff

And a smile. "Irene." Fondly.

"Do you like perfumes?" She asks, curiously.

"It smells like spring! Did you make this? I missed you!"

"I do! Mom got me one from Claire's and it smells like bubble gum!"

"I did, but be careful, that's Sir Brynden's." A sheepish smile at the Knight as her gift to him attracts attention.

"Oh, right!"

One last sniff, and she offers it back to the sidhe.

The ribbon on the jar is missing, but maybe he won't mind.

Back to Clio, she asks, tentative as she thinks this over, "Do you know if there are any in Marfa that are caring for the needs of the common folk? Even if just apprentices in Primal, or skilled in first aid?" A sigh, "I know this may fall more into the area of gossip or snooping, but, well, you're here so I'll ask."

Green does go very nicely with purple, and really, she just means to try it on Lavender Cloud's tail later...

Clio says "Yes, there was another female troll, young woman who was healing as well," She may remember the one directing folks about who was with Eir Frey "And boggan. Eir Frey has the most experience but I don't know if is their best healer"

Nessa considers. "If Eir Frey has been... has moved on, then I guess that other lady would be the one to talk to. You're good with all of that political phrasing... can you help me address a letter to that troll lady offering help and to accompany these herbs, but... in a way that doesn't sound insulting, or... you know, pitying?"