Greenveil Apothecary

The crystal spheres have been polished. The tea leaves have been gathered. The runes have been carried elsewhere for safekeeping. For now, the apothecary smells of cedar, dried lavender, and rain. Take your time. Browse the shelves. If anything hums at you, that’s normal. If anything speaks to you, back away slowly, and please alert me immediately.

The Apothecary didn't feel like a choice. It was as if the Rootmother was calling me. She hummed when I'd walk along the riverbank. The water, reacted to me. When I'd ask questions it would rise. Or reeceed if it was the wrong thing to ask. My dreams led me here too, showing me in a shop I didn't own yet. This shop. Others instinctively knew too. Before knowing me fully, the Driftlight crew brought me their wounded and soon it was a regular thing. I even join them for a week or two each season, up and down the river. People can trust me to help without judgement. The Warden trusts me with resonance injuries and the people trusts me with their grief. The stars speak in pattern. The river sings in possibilities. I find sheet music easier to read.

The herbs you see below, are all grown on the banks of the Rootmother River. They grow because I've asked them too. If you'd like a read your leaves you can meet me in the tea reading room. Or if you'd like your reading with runes, we have a private room available as well. If you're suffering from any affliction, please take a seat in the tea garden. If you're new here, or just need a refesher in magic, you can study magic, with the best weavers in Giltway. You can find their information with the other business cards right down there along with the map of my homeland, The Astral Plains.

I'm Selka Greenveil I was born in the Astral Plains expected to study at the Astramira Celestial Dome. My parents were imagining me reading the sky like scripture. However, the stars were silent. Never singing to me, while the Rootmother River sang so loud and so persistant I couldn't ignore any longer. The riverfolk whisper many rumors about me. I don't take the time disproving anything. People believe what they want. Some say practice the hollow magic. I pretend it doesn't offend me. Oh there are ones that are sad but are equally hilarious. The wives who come for readings, and leave angry, when they don't like what I see. The last woman, claimed I enchanted their man! On a wednesday? I said "Ma'am, an enchantment like that takes time. I just met you and in any case, even I, don't miss out on Weeping Wednesdays at the pit."

Though, my favorite has got to be the one where they say I walked into the water in Astramira, swallowed whole by the river, and deposited me perfectly safe on the opposite bank in The Respite. The outrageous things people come up with is quite funny sometimes. I have never denied this rumor its too fun watching people's faces when as I walk by; I will simply smile and when they ask me if its true, I look at them dead in the eyes and answer plainly, "The river takes who it needs. It's not lying if its spiritually true."