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O68: "Wondrous" by Just_ ann_now
B2MeM Challenge: O68 - Textures - Fuzzy
Format: Double drabble
Genre: General
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Characters: Éowyn, Faramir, OC's
Summary: This is what they were fighting for.
"Mullein, or Beggar's Blanket, also called Clown's Lugwort or Candlewick Plant. Very tall, spike-like, with yellow flowers and fuzzy leaves," the herbalist said. The baby in its sling on her hip gurgled; the young man with the sketchpad paused to gaze at them adoringly. "Useful in the treatment of coughs and colds. Poultices of the leaves, soaked in hot vinegar, can reduce swelling of the joints. An infusion of the flowers in oil can cure earache."
"Slow down!" Éowyn laughed. "I can't write that fast, not if we want to be able to read it. In any case, it's getting the likeness while it's in bloom that's important; we can add the words later."
"Well, it will never get drawn at all if my husband has to stop and gawk every time his son laughs," her companion replied. The artist grinned, resumed his work, sketching with quick, decisive strokes.
"And why shouldn't he?" Faramir asked, strolling up from the paddock to join them. He slipped his arm around Eowyn's waist; she rested her head on his shoulder, smiling. "Flowers bloom and fade and bloom again, but a child's laugh - that is a miracle that's new and wondrous each time."
Format: Double drabble
Genre: General
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Characters: Éowyn, Faramir, OC's
Summary: This is what they were fighting for.
"Mullein, or Beggar's Blanket, also called Clown's Lugwort or Candlewick Plant. Very tall, spike-like, with yellow flowers and fuzzy leaves," the herbalist said. The baby in its sling on her hip gurgled; the young man with the sketchpad paused to gaze at them adoringly. "Useful in the treatment of coughs and colds. Poultices of the leaves, soaked in hot vinegar, can reduce swelling of the joints. An infusion of the flowers in oil can cure earache."
"Slow down!" Éowyn laughed. "I can't write that fast, not if we want to be able to read it. In any case, it's getting the likeness while it's in bloom that's important; we can add the words later."
"Well, it will never get drawn at all if my husband has to stop and gawk every time his son laughs," her companion replied. The artist grinned, resumed his work, sketching with quick, decisive strokes.
"And why shouldn't he?" Faramir asked, strolling up from the paddock to join them. He slipped his arm around Eowyn's waist; she rested her head on his shoulder, smiling. "Flowers bloom and fade and bloom again, but a child's laugh - that is a miracle that's new and wondrous each time."
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