The Greenhouse?

[Sherazade]

Within the grounds of the Rememdium there was a new structure, something that stood out even though it blended into nature. Forked poles were set at equal distances apart, and kept upright by bracersangled at the base of the poles and a single long pole at the top, it was little more than a shack in appearance with woven brush walls.

Today however these brush walls were rolled up on two sides, strong rope used to tie them to the forked poles, and within knelt the diminuitive elven healer, sledner digits busy picking weeds out from amongst the herbs and flowers, so carefully grown from seeds, or transplanted from the forest. Warmth radiated down from two well placed sunstones, giving the nature beneath the nutrients only the sun could provide.

Sunset hued curls were tamed into a braid that reached the midpoint between her shoulder blades, still, stray curls did escape to brush against her neck and cheeks. Here she was happy, could forget the pain of finding Sabrion gone, here she still found reason to hum, and today it was a light airy melody.