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[color=f14a83]Location:[/color] Primary Artificer Laboratory
[color=f14a83]Grimoire:[/color] Fae Magic
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[color=f14a83]”Mild discomfort,”[/color] Finley said, a little sarcasm toning their voice. They did not like the feeling one bit. They could feel the blood binding. It pulled at them. As soon as that object was no longer necessary they would make sure to break the magic. 

[color=f14a83]”Are we done then?”[/color] Finley was ready to leave this room. They wanted time alone with Dysphoria. They wanted to leave the uncomfortable draw of the thing the group had made. Finley had only tasted Rohan’s ‘blood.’ Uncertain if it was something they could even work with. Even while tasting it they had shoved the power, and memories aside, only tasting for compatibility. However, it had tried to hurt them. Tried to consume, and if not for Dysphoria it may have won. 

For the others Finley had no need to taste their blood, they were standard human witches of one breed or another. They had not been concerned about not being able to manipulate the blood. It also had the bonus of showing that Finley respected their privacy. 


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[color=D8BFD8]Location:[/color] Room 12
[color=D8BFD8]Grimoire:[/color] Transform self
[color=D8BFD8]Skills:[/color] 
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Connie, still a bird, fluttered around and eventually landed on Jake’s shoulder. She ruffled her feathers. It wasn’t clear which part of what Croan said caused her irritated bird noises that followed. Very likely it was all of what he said, or that he had yet again mispronounced her name. 

Suddenly a whole lot about Jake seemed to make more sense for Connie. Jake had no memories, that explained why he couldn’t read. However, her attention was still on Coran, as she lifted off of Jake’s shoulder and shifted back to her human form in a fluid motion. The error of the previous night seemingly forgotten. Perhaps it was because she was moving between her more customary forms, humanity slipping over her easily. 

Her eyes narrowed slightly, her heart pounded from the vision she had seen. Connie was not normally a seer. She did not have visions. Her magic was in the body. It was healing and changing. This though, she could not deny what she had seen. Connie hated it. Hated knowing that. Before that moment she hadn’t trusted Croan, and now anything resembling respect she had for him as a practitioner burned away, like his cottage, like the lives he sacrificed to his thirst for knowledge and power. Never in her life had she had such a desire to turn someone to stone as much as she did in that moment. 

Her attention shifted to the statue, Connie considered once again attempting the stupidest thing she could think to do. If she reached out and touched it, skin to stone, and willed it, could her magic change it. However, the parade of people sacrificed at the feet of Croan and his liege for the sake of this seemingly impossible task held her hand. She would not touch it, she would not allow her magic to flow into it. Not until she knew the cost and consequences of such actions. 

[color=D8BFD8]”Are we excused then?”[/color] Her tone is harsh when speaking with Croan. [color=D8BFD8]”The sigils we see continue in the top down view of the statue as well,”[/color] she told Barty in a clipped tone, though not harsh. She gathered her things, making a quick note.

[color=D8BFD8]”Jake, let me know when you wish to go over those notes. I will assist you.”[/color] Her tone warmed a little when speaking to Jake. [color=D8BFD8]”Barty, you’re welcome to join us, but it may be best for us to discuss once we’ve all gone over it and have thoughts about it, rather than discussing while reading it.”[/color] This time her voice was not as clipped, her annoyance and anger cooling a little.