Post by karl on Apr 14, 2007 15:52:45 GMT -6
"Now now Miyuki, be patient. You'll have your dinner soon enough," said the old woman, moving between the rare plants, herbs of many powerful properties, searching for just the perfect one. Miyuki could be very particular about her food, and would give the herbalist a stern reprimand if her dinner was not edible. "No, not that. Peppermint? No. Orange blossom? No, no..." her voice trailed off into inaudibility.
She is quite crazy, though a herbological genius. She doesn't mind the rubble, living only off her plants, as does her cat. Every once and a while, Earth Kingdom soldiers would come by, and Oyami always tended to let them leave better than when they arrived. Her long gray hair, that she never does anything to other than get out of her way by way of a large bun, flows down her slightly stooped back. She wears pastel green clothes, the same color as her eyes. For those who meet her, she seems just like a crazy old lady, which she is.
"Ah ha! Here it is. Plum blossom." She plucked the flower from the branch and put it into the small Earthen jar. Returning to the impatient cat, she set the jar on the small table.
Her pet is was her only companion, and she didn't need another. The cat has lived there for years, the descendant of many generations, all named Miyuki. When the cat died, so would Oyumi, though the cat was still quite young. Over the past fifty years, the number of herbalists dwindled, some going off to help with the war effort, others dying.
Miyuki, meanwhile, ate her dinner in near silence, before mewing thankfully at the batty old hag. "Your welcome Miyuki, and thank you for the compliment. It was very hard to make." The old woman petted the cat, who purred. She sat upon a wooden stool, and stayed there until night fell, drowsily napping at intervals with waking to pet the fuzzy pine-fruit that had been rolled into the place of the cat. She didn't notice the difference.
