Madaya The Teacher

It was pretty obvious Islana had been ill prepared to take on the desert when she had set out. Despite what the priests had told her, the questions they had answered, the redhead never asked them for tricks on surviving out here. At the time, it wasn't something she had thought would be needed.

Madaya, on the other hand, seemed practically as adapted to the desert as Islana was to the woods. The woman wished she could do more than give the girl a pittance of food, her protection and thanks. Madaya didn't seem to mind, however.

Madaya's innocence was a breath of fresh air. It would be nice if the girl never lost that but Islana knew all too well life could have a way of destroying it.

The young girl's singing and the fact that she seemed to leave the problems of yesterday in the past reminded Islana of Gonyaul. Though right about now he would likely be giving the redhead some words of Gonyaul wisdom.

No matter what happened in the future, it was unlikely she would stop missing him or Alexis.

Islana watched Madaya manipulate the plant, committing the procedure to memory. The pulp was an interesting mix of bland and refreshing.

The paste was a different story, burning for several moments as it went on. The young girl knew what she was doing and once the cloth was on it the relief was remarkable.
Islana was amazed and wished she had known this before.

"Onita," The woman repeated, assuming it was what that type of plant was called.

They each drank some water, Kaithak included and continued on. Islana continued to keep an eye out for possible dangers, while learning more Ozanine and just enjoying the girl's company.