[center][url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/bc/91/e1/bc91e133a988232301aeda41b4275b4b.jpg]Poxanne's Personal Study[/url][/center] Poxanne's personal quest hit a bit of a snag a few months ago. A run in with a group of sky pirates caused the tiny Alchemist to jump ship and go for an emergency landing. She lost her whole lab and alot of her personal belongings. She had with her the things that could not be replaced but other than that, it felt like starting over. Something she was getting annoyingly used to. She found some need in this island of green, the plants many, varied, plentiful. She offered the villages her help, her medicine and her knowledge. It was enough to build a foundation of something resembling normality. Still even away from civilization, hidden in her little cottage, her beakers bubbling and boiling around, even with a child that came to her acting as an apprentice, a sense of normalcy, she found herself fidgetting most nights. Too much sadness, anger, regret, and pretending it didn't happen wasn't an option. [hr] Falling. Always falling... Just like the first time... Whenever she falls... something is always lost. Carried away by the wind. But this dragon. That's new. Poxanne wasn't afraid of this. It all just felt like once she let gravity and the void claim her, it was out of her hands. There was nothing she could do without the reassuring ground and the life within to reach out and help her. She had no such comforts, so why get worked up. Atleast it wouldn't hurt anymore. But the dragon didn't eat her, nor did the ground come rushing up to meet her. Instead it spoke, and this is what made the Harvin come to her senses. She wanted to scream, but the dragon spoke. It spoke to her. She looked left, and right, there were others falling. Others... it spoke of destinies and fates. Great events soon to pass that she would be a part of. [color=lightgreen]"I don't understand!"[/color] She responded to its first query. Her mind, inquisitive and sharp soon began to grasp the words. [color=lightgreen]"You mean them?"[/color] She felt pretty strongly about connections, having one she will never untie. Her soul spoke. [color=lightgreen][i]"My aspirations are my connections. I will never abandon them! Not again!"[/i][/color] The other questions came easy, her eyes open as the dragon judged her character. She didn't even time to shout out as her voice rang from her heart. [color=lightgreen][i]"I have failed, that is why I am beginning again. No matter what it takes. I will stand against the wicked and stand for what I treasure most!"[/i][/color] The answer to his last question came from her mouth. [color=lightgreen]"My Love. And my Hate."[/color] She almost felt like crying. This great being, god, primal, it was judging her, and for a moment it didn't care. It spoke the truth. She had such love for the innocent and good pieces of this broken world, and what she did not love, she hated with every fiber of her being. The dragon seemed to except that, and she was left in light, still falling even as the world she knew fell away into nothing into- [hr] [center][color=bc8dbf][b]"Master Poxxie, Master Poxxie! Someone's hurt really bad in the woods. T-They need a splint, a crutch, and something to dull the pain."[/b][/color][/center] The old Alchemist work in her chair, she'd fallen asleep with her notes and scrap books nearly burying her as she propped her feet on her desk, looking at the mashed pulp of some mushrooms her apprentice had gathered. She was determining if it was edible, useful in medicine, or just another species of something toxic. It was a fun little pass time finding out. But then the girl's words rang like a gong, particularly after such a nauseating and strange dream. She woke up with a shock, knocking her books and pencils and quills to the floor. [color=lightgreen]"Huh!?"[/color] She popped her head ups, her blond hair wild and unkempt. It was thanks to her Harmin species that she actually looked smaller and younger than her apprentice, but Poxanne called the shots. She rubbed her eye and kicked the chair out so she can stand up, the chair being much bigger than she needed. [color=lightgreen]"Hiker? Merchant? Will we need climbing gear?"[/color] There was a usual routine. After getting the initial information about where the injury is and what kind, she would get on her Alchemist Leathers, clip on the mask at her hip, get her field surgeon kit in the form of satchels, utility belts, and backpack, or better yet, just get her apprentice to carry them. Finally for good measure, she throws on her over-sized floppy pointed hat and lashes her grimoire to her lower back. She hardly ever leaves home without them. [color=lightgreen]"Sounds like a break or sprain. Bring some antiseptics, bandages, and sutures just in case its a compound fracture. We'll administer some proper bone-mending droughts when we get him on the table."[/color] When they were all ready, Poxanne waited for her assistant to lead the way. [color=lightgreen]"I'm assuming you left Mucu with the patient."[/color] The Harmin smiled, [color=lightgreen]"Good thinking. I just hope he's not afraid of animated mushroom creatures. What else can you tell me about him?"[/color] Poxanne moved with a bit of pep to her step, it was an emergency. But not life threatening by the sounds of it.