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Who: Cadfael and Open (will match format)
What: Getting back to normal
When: First week of Febuary
Where: Various locations
Warnings: TBD

Heillhaus (OTA)
Come what may, Cadfael still had his duties. Gods might go mad, or there might be some outside attack (or inside), but people will continue to get sick or wounded, and it was his job to not only assign care, but to learn and study ashe went on. Much as he did put his work into the hands of his God, he also knew that to not try to the best of his and the patients' abilities was just giving up.As always, he would either be found in one of the medical labs or the rooms used to create and prescribe medicines and balms.

Fregnahöll: (OTA)As far as Cadfael was concerned, the library was 'his' preferred temple; a temple to read and catch on knowledge, to explore the unknown from a safe distance.Of course, once and awhile he did go back to the observatory, but the thought of so many universes and planets. He wondered how know one became mad at just the expanse.No, he would do his exploring through books, if not on the ground. This would be especially true with medical and surgical knowledge. On a more practical side, he would also spend the afternoon recording his own findings; plants, their description and where how they would grow; how they would actually cure a person, or sometimes even more vital, how they might harm someone.You may catch him at either task, but be warned that doing so might issue forth an impromptu lesson.

Sigyn district(OTA). For everything else, Cadfael's duties resolved around the gardens. Between himself and Ariadne, they've done fairly well in starting proper gardens; not just herbs but berries as well. While he never considered himself much of a cook, he knew well enough how to preserve fruit as well as experiment in making wine with them (blackberries as it turned out made the best wine second to grapes). While the herbs and roots were taken to the still room for drying and processing).Along with the herb garden, he spent his time on the vegetable patches and tending to the animals as well; as with cooking, the latter wasn't his speciality, but he knew enough to tend to and make sure they were healthy, along with making sure the various cows were milked.

You may very well catch him either at the garden or farm, but he might try to enlist your help if you insist on staying to chat..

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Mary finishes making her daily rounds on her horse, then trots over to the herb gardens where she finds Cadfael working. She's glad that everyone has returned safely from setting up the outpost. She never thought she would miss sleeping in a spaceship, but it is definitely more comfortable than sleeping in a tent.

Mary disembarks from the horse so that she can see what Cadfael is up to. "Good morning," she says. "What are you picking today?"

"Good Morning, Mrs. Crowley!" He responded, standing up. "There's a nice crop of black berries today, and the ginger root is going strong."

He set the baskets aside. "How was your ride? After all the snow, imagine the horses are eager to be let out."

"Good to hear," she said, crouching slightly beside him. "That blackberry wine you made was very good." The way things were going here, wine was going to be a continual necessity to get by.

Mary stood up and pat the horse on the neck. "It was lovely. It seems like production on the farm has resumed now that the snow is gone." She knew it would be hard to try to tend to crops when they were buried under snow.

"That is the strangest thing," He admitted, standing up with her. "For how deep and cold the snow was, the fruit wasn't so bad off."

The herbs and other such plants needed a lot of pruning and trimming, but otherwise they seemed hardy enough to make it through the thaw. "Or..perhaps not, given where we are."

"Probably had to do with magic," Mary said. It was kind of funny how casually she spoke of that here when magic didn't exist at all back home. She'd gotten used to it being a fact of life here.

"Either way, I'm glad to hear it. A frost would have set us back several weeks or possibly killed the plants off entirely." Since the farm was a major source of food in Asgard, that would be a huge issue.

That would've been his sentiments exactly. "I think it had a lot to do with magic. Our patrons not be used to humanity, but they know enough to keep us from starving."

Which meant ensuring their gardens and farms didn't suffer from the extreme cold. "If you're done with your ride, would you join me for an herbal tea once the horse is settled in?"

"That would be lovely," Mary replied with a grin. "Thank you."

She was so glad to have her normal horse from home and not have to worry about the eight-legged monstrosities any more. Once she was sure that the horse's reins were secured to a nearby tree, she returned to Cadfael.

"Is there somewhere near here that you usually make your tea?"

He shook his head. "Just the cabin kitchen suits me well enough. Cozy and comfortable and for the most part open for company." He couldn't see why he would have it any other way.

"Excellent," Mary said, following him as they headed for the cabin. She presumed that it wasn't a very far walk. "Have you thought about what new herbs you might try to add?" she asked. "How did you get the herbs in the first place? Did the gods give you seeds?"

"Oddly enough, we usually get the seedlings themselves. The berry bushes on the other hand came as they were." Which was a good thing since it meant not having to wait for months till they bore fruit. Considering the weather they've been having, he wouldn't have been sure they would've survived otherwise.

The walk by and large wasn't a long one. Ten minutes and the cabins would've already been within viewing distance. "As for new ones. Sage is something I'm surprised we don't have more of. The same for thyme, tumeric root, and primrose."

He made a mental note to speak with Ariadne about such additions.

"Interesting," Mary replied. "That's probably helpful. Planting seeds is probably difficult during this time of year." She wasn't sure if the ground was frozen, but it was definitely cold. A lot of seeds probably wouldn't make it without some magical assistance.

"I've been hoping that we might add a rose garden when the weather gets a bit warmer," she continued. Roses were her favorite flower and it would probably remind her of home, not to mention that the aroma would be delightful.

"This time of the year, it wouldn't be impossible," A little early to be sure, but it wouldn't hurt the seedlings. "However, thanks to the snow, the ground is overly saturated and they would be as like to rot rather than spring forth."

He nodded at hearing her suggestion.

"Roses would be lovely, and-you'll pardon me for a moment for speaking as a physician-I've read that rose hips are actually very good for fortifying the body against illnesses. I'll see what I can do about it."

He quickened his pace, so as to open the door for her. The home was (well, not just his, but he did live there), so it was only hospitable.

"I've heard that," Mary said. "I think they're used in some of the tonics in my day. I wonder what sort of medications you have in your time?" Not many, she'd wager. They didn't have morphine or aspirin.

Mary nodded at him as he opened the door for her and carefully stepped inside. Sigyn's cabin housing seemed very cozy.

"Are you referring to the tonics I made both here and back home?" Surely she would know that they had tonics and infusions in his era. "I did have to modify some, but only for modifications. Not in a way to completely change them."

Though, he supposed it helped that in his travels and own experiences, he was able to use his own judgement and observations when it came to patients. He didn't just rely on others' opinion of what worked.

Once inside, he made straight for the kitchen. "I've never really been one to cook, but I've some oat cakes and butter if you wish for something besides."

"Yes," she replied. "Did you used to make tonics for medicinal purposes back home? She had to admit that she was at least mildly curious. It was amazing that anyone survived back then with such primitive medicine. Of course, the medicine of her own time was nothing compared to some of the things she had heard were coming in the future.

Mary took a seat at his kitchen table. "I'll have one, please," she said, wanting to be a polite guest.

"It was my profession," He said, busying himself with making the tea. "Learned on my travels during the first crusade, both from the saracens, the Christians, and my own experimentation."

And as far as he was aware, no patient or their kin ever felt wronged by him; the stealing of some of his monkshood not withstanding.

He set the kettle on to boil.

"Ah," she said. "I suppose I knew that monks had different jobs in the monasteries. For whatever reason, I kept thinking that most of them spent a lot of time copying books, making all of those beautiful illustrations that appeared in books at that time." It had amazed her that they were all done by hand. No typewriters to help at all.

"Was your monastery in Wales?"

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