The Many Ramblings of K. A. Webb

The matriarch of the Magi would never forgive anything she perceived to be morally wrong. That was why she would never be open to the possibility of helping the Carne, even in their hour of greatest need. They had once, long ago, kept them as slaves and, even though there was no longer anyone in either race who lived through those days, she would not forget that. So when a Carne male walked into the council hall one autumn afternoon, in the same way that someone from any other race would, everyone already knew what her answer to his plea for help would be. Her daughter Marnie knew better than anyone because she had been the one to listen, unwillingly, to the many diatribes her mother had gone on.
 

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Based on the prompt hydrangeas from clare_dragonfly.

Making a simple cough medicine was something any healer could do. It was one of the first things they were taught to make, when the first hydrangea flowers were harvested in the spring after the trainee healer's sixth birthday. When the trainees turned fifteen they would begin to learn about the other powers that a healer had but until then their time was spent memorising the recipes for hundreds of medicines. A cough medicine could include different ingredients for each type of cough that was known about.

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