Kaveri checked out the setup within Narcissa’s tent, supported by the side of the wagon facing towards the road. A trio of folding stools to sit on, and her worktable which could, with a thick pad of white moonspun over it, double as an examination table. A clever collapsible set of shelves displayed some of her more eye-catching tonics and the like, and the baskets and boxes and chests that held more practical medicines and tools and supplies were arranged neatly out of the way.
Floor, four walls, and roof were all a single piece of moonspun, thick enough to block sight from outside, thin enough to allow some light within. There were many small ventilation holes, protected from insect invasion by fine mesh, high on the walls to allow air to circulate. It had taken Kaveri several nights to create, with suggestions from the others, but being surrounded by her own moon’s light was the most comfortable for Narcissa and this was, so far, beyond her younger moon-sister’s own skills. She’d originally made it black, in keeping with Narcissa’s role as mysterious seer, but since they’d left the travelling performers, she’d changed it to spotless white instead—it didn’t add enough light to really bother Narcissa, and it was cooler. Kaveri had been toying with whether she could make a second layer and bond it to the first, so that the outside surface could be cool white, the inside soothing dark, but experiments suggested that it would take some time to work out properly and execute.
Though it could stand free, she and Tyrel had set it up this time attached to the side of the wagon, with the wagon’s simple white canopy extended over it for extra protection from the southern sun. The wall facing towards the wagon concealed the space beneath, which led to the animals on the far side, and also the wagon’s side window. Only the entrance was vulnerable to insects or other intrusion, and even that was in part thwarted by the extra flap that lay loose over the vertical slit, but smearing the edges with Narcissa’s repellant oil should reduce it even further. Their princess had made her standards for an adequate space in which to work quite clear, though she’d adjusted more than once to whatever was available.
The possibility existed of someone showing up at any time seeking the healer; she only hoped it wasn’t until after they’d finished the experiment in calling the local earthborn. Continue reading