So: plants that were associated with sex organs, petals that were white & fragrant- prior experimentation had taught her that substitutesā connections might be thin, but there would always BE a connection.
Yan spread out every combination that might work & wouldnāt poison her patients. When the scavengers went out again, sheād have to ask them to try for spices and seeds.
If she was going to be experimenting with substitutions, she'd need all the options she could get.
Yan was out of cinnamon, a crime against baking, but she was also out of white orchid petals, arguably more urgent a matter: she used the petals in 3 potions: an antidepressant, a topical wound-healer, & an antibacterial.
She put the kettle on to boil anyway. Any chance at a hothouse was at least a year out, so she was going to have to get clever.
She winced at her dwindling supply of vanilla beans. A good idea, but then she'd have to find a substitute for them as well.
They had been drinking a little too much, & thus they were debating the theories of Strand magic - the way every being was connected, the way you could use those connections to change the world - in increasingly outlandish ways.
āWhy not? Come on, a cat is made of connections.ā
āA cat is half arrogance and half fur.ā
āThatās just because you donāt know cats. Come on. A cat Strand-Workerāā
Generations in the US go, more or less (There is always debate):
GI (greatest) Generation
"Silent" Generation (25-45)
Boomers (1946-1964); these were the Baby Boom that started when GIs got back from WWII
Gen 13/Genx - 1965 - 1979 I first encountered this as "The Thirteenth Generation" (which is a book of Slackers era) but Copeland's book got more traction.
Millennials - 1980 to 2000
And people are still figuring out Gen Z/etc., just in time for another gen.
- gender neutral - fun to say - acknowledges the endless journey of the soul - makes you feel like a medieval tavernkeep - you absolutely can't risk misgendering a wandering swordmaster
The mouse considered biting the cat, but she was ancient, had been ancient as long as mouse generations could remember. Instead, he left quietly, but not before twitching the curtain open wider, to allow more sun to brush over the catās bony flank.
There was a mouse to play with, but the cat was not so young anymore, and the sunbeam was wide and warm, and the mouse was a fighter, fierce the way they had not been when she was a kitten.
Iād like to get over $100/month by the end of this month - that helps cover things like character art, domain names, server space, and my time writing!