With curled lips, Tunxeek's eyes were fixated on the magic in Meesei's hand while she explained. Her preference seemed rather wide-sweeping as far as magic went, but he supposed that at her level of knowledge, she had an understanding of it that encompassed all of magic's uses.
Tunxeek slowly put his head back, draining the remaining tea in his cup. He blinked a few times at the life detection effect until it passed again. "I do not think I am at that kind of point yet. I do not know if I ever will be." He shrugged, then looked at Sabine. "And you, Sabine? Do you know magic?"
Sabine's eyes darted from the floor in front of her to Tunxeek, almost in surprise, then slowly back to the floor. "I can... do enchantment. And soul trap. That is all."
"Ah, I always struggle to enchant things. I am no good at it." Tunxeek proclaimed with a smile.
At this, there was a moment of silence where Sabine felt somewhat unsure. It was reflected in the corner of her mouth twitching slightly as she nibbled on the inside of her mouth. Slowly, she looked up at Tunxeek and spoke quietly, "I could... show you how. I could help."
"Well um, okay. Thank you, er..." Tunxeek wasn't really expecting any help, but it was a nice surprise he supposed, "I have to go to father for lessons soon, but maybe afterwards?"
Still unsure, Sabine looked around the floor, then back up at Tunxeek and nodded.
"In fact, I should probably go right now. Father is probably wondering where the cups and teapot is by now." Tunxeek proceeded to gather up the empty utensils, "I can get some soul gems from father and meet you in... a few hours, yes?" He looked at them both and smiled as he stood up. "I will see you soon, then. Rest well, Sabine. Thank you both." With that, Tunxeek walked out of the hut in a small hurry.
Fendros smiled widely with pursed lips and nodded reassuringly. "I think I'll be fine for another couple of minutes," he said, trying to take his mind off the discomfort.
With a raised eyebrow, Janius looked at Kaleeth and breathed a short chuckle through his nose at her forwardness. "Feeling a little more direct today, are we?" He replied, keeping his voice down below the range of Fendros and Ahnasha nearby. He wished he could put his arms around Kaleeth in turn, but both of his arms were occupied supporting the hatchling. Janius settled for facing his head forward and leaning it against Kaleeth's. "Very well, which did you want to do first?"
Despite barely thirty seconds passing after Fendros' previous reassurance, he decided to rest his limbs and relax from his pose for a moment. With a look of sly curiosity, he walked around and behind Ahnasha, kneeling down. He slowly put his arms around her and looked over her shoulder at the canvas. From what she had done, Fendros could see that she had progressed in skill quicker than he would have thought. "Is my head really that big?" Fendros said in a deliberately melodramatic tone. By his smile he was merely having a jab at Ahnasha for fun, but in his mind he was impressed by the accuracy of the proportions.
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Dear Mr Curly,
I have done little travelling lately because I have been so dreadfully weary. Can it be true as the old Ecclesiastes said; that all things lead to weariness? Surely not. Perhaps the opposite is true: that all nothings lead to weariness. I have a peculiar feeling, Curly, that I am worn out from something I haven't yet done and the more I don't do it, the more exhausted I become. How strange. Could it be something I haven't realised? Perhaps it's something I haven't said? Something I haven't finished! It must be very large and true whatever it is and a lively struggle in the doing but I look forward to it immensely. I know I need it. First, however, I must curl up in my chair and sleep deeply with the duck. Perhaps I'll dream of this thing and wake up refreshed and do it. My fond wishes to you Mr. Curly, and to all Curly Flat.
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Yeah, I think we can close off the interaction in the common hut for now. There's not much else I can think to talk about either unless you wanted Meesei converse with Sabine some more while they are alone.
Tunxeek closed his mouth and became a little flushed at Meesei's clarification. She didn't seem immoral or dangerous at all. However, before he could apologise he was asked about his own interests. "Me? Well, father teaches me much. I still have much to learn but I am going to be Treeminder as well. He has taught me rituals, alchemy, and some magic, but there is a lot to learn. I am best at conjuration, even though I can only summon little things. I practice with conjuration more because..." Tunxeek looked down and to the side, holding one of his forearms in the other. He wasn't sure whether he sounded strange saying this, "...because the creatures... even though they don't speak, they are good at listening."
Realising where his mouth might be running off to, Tunxeek looked back at Meesei and Sabine trying not to seem awkward. He didn't quite want to divulge that he wasn't good at making friends in the village because of their earlier impression of him. The compulsive and shy son of the Treeminder who had to stick just the right kind of fish scales on the corners of his bed was not someone they wanted to play with back then. "I used to want to learn to summon creatures that could talk back, but when I told father, he summoned a... black and red skinned human with spiked clothing and horns. His name was... Dremora. He was very mean when he spoke and just wanted to hurt things, so I stopped wanting them to talk. I think now I just want to learn more about being a treeminder. Still, conjuration is interesting to me. I want to learn more about how this plain and other plains are connected. It is very complicated."
"Might I add, if you want to do this, pick a more comfortable pose." Fendros recommended with a hint of strain. The joking novelty of holding his arms and legs in such a way was fading away quickly at this point.
Smiling at Fendros' silly pose at well, Janius thought for a moment. He looked at Leaps as the creature slept, then looked at Kaleeth and spoke softly, "We could get some dried reeds and make a bed for Leaps-On-Elves if you like. It can't use our arms to sleep all of the time, and it needs some kind of home."
Realising where his mouth might be running off to, Tunxeek looked back at Meesei and Sabine trying not to seem awkward. He didn't quite want to divulge that he wasn't good at making friends in the village because of their earlier impression of him. The compulsive and shy son of the Treeminder who had to stick just the right kind of fish scales on the corners of his bed was not someone they wanted to play with back then. "I used to want to learn to summon creatures that could talk back, but when I told father, he summoned a... black and red skinned human with spiked clothing and horns. His name was... Dremora. He was very mean when he spoke and just wanted to hurt things, so I stopped wanting them to talk. I think now I just want to learn more about being a treeminder. Still, conjuration is interesting to me. I want to learn more about how this plain and other plains are connected. It is very complicated."
"Might I add, if you want to do this, pick a more comfortable pose." Fendros recommended with a hint of strain. The joking novelty of holding his arms and legs in such a way was fading away quickly at this point.
Smiling at Fendros' silly pose at well, Janius thought for a moment. He looked at Leaps as the creature slept, then looked at Kaleeth and spoke softly, "We could get some dried reeds and make a bed for Leaps-On-Elves if you like. It can't use our arms to sleep all of the time, and it needs some kind of home."
I might have Sabine train a bit more with Lorag once she's taken the time to heal a bit and make more potions. Perhaps Tunxeek could start asking questions about Zharanthixil to satisfy his own curiosity. He wants to know what would drive the Master-Hunter to murder all of a sudden. No need to play these out, they can be summarised.
As for today, I'm not sure, but maybe have Janius and Kaleeth share more information about their pasts with each other? Even if this isn't played out, it'll probably happen over the timeskip anyway.
Apart from that, I'm just trying to think of ways to mess with your characters, but I'm having trouble thinking of anything. Perhaps this isn't the best setting for me to be devious just yet.
In other news, I'll get a post up, but I'll be busy for the rest of the day, sorry.
As for today, I'm not sure, but maybe have Janius and Kaleeth share more information about their pasts with each other? Even if this isn't played out, it'll probably happen over the timeskip anyway.
Apart from that, I'm just trying to think of ways to mess with your characters, but I'm having trouble thinking of anything. Perhaps this isn't the best setting for me to be devious just yet.
In other news, I'll get a post up, but I'll be busy for the rest of the day, sorry.
Thank you! Edited.
"So, they are like a group of Treeminders?" Tunxeek asked. Believing he was starting to understand.
Sabine shook her head. "No Hist."
"Oh, of course," Tunxeek responded, reminding himself of what his father had taught him about the outside world. Sometimes he forgot that the Hist were not part of the lives of other cultures. He and his village were so entwined with it that he was used to it being a fact of life. How quiet and lonely it must be outside of the marsh. "Why did you leave them?"
Sabine took a sip and considered telling more, but her mind had flashes of bad memories and she shook her head to rid herself of them and to decline Tunxeek. "I don't... want to talk about it." She said quietly.
Tunxeek nodded understandlingly. "Okay, sorry." He took another sip of tea, feeling a little awkward, then thought of something else to ask. He was still a little curious about what witches were. "Meesei, are you a witch?"
Janius leaned against Kaleeth in turn, enjoying taking the moment to calm. The small breathing of the napping wamasu hatchling in his arms was oddly soothing. "I wouldn't have a clue how to tell for most lizards. Well, you'll find out one day, I'm sure. You may even have to release it back into the wild if it gets too aggressive, unless maybe if you neuter it. Wouldn't have a clue how to do that either. I'd say there's a lot to learn."
For only knowing each other for a few days, Fendros noticed Kaleeth and Janius' closeness as he sat across from them. Their love seemed to be a different event to Ahnasha and Fendros'; Janius and Kaleeth were drawn to one another very quickly, while Fendros and Ahnasha's manifested over a longer period of time. Well, he couldn't be surprised. After all, they were different people in different circumstances. He just wished they didn't have to share the tragedy of inevitable separation, even if Fendros and Ahnasha's case was many years away.
Now that Leaps-On-Elves had been handed over safely, Fendros took a moment to recollect what he was doing before. He looked at Ahnasha with a smile, "Want to continue the painting?"
Sabine shook her head. "No Hist."
"Oh, of course," Tunxeek responded, reminding himself of what his father had taught him about the outside world. Sometimes he forgot that the Hist were not part of the lives of other cultures. He and his village were so entwined with it that he was used to it being a fact of life. How quiet and lonely it must be outside of the marsh. "Why did you leave them?"
Sabine took a sip and considered telling more, but her mind had flashes of bad memories and she shook her head to rid herself of them and to decline Tunxeek. "I don't... want to talk about it." She said quietly.
Tunxeek nodded understandlingly. "Okay, sorry." He took another sip of tea, feeling a little awkward, then thought of something else to ask. He was still a little curious about what witches were. "Meesei, are you a witch?"
Janius leaned against Kaleeth in turn, enjoying taking the moment to calm. The small breathing of the napping wamasu hatchling in his arms was oddly soothing. "I wouldn't have a clue how to tell for most lizards. Well, you'll find out one day, I'm sure. You may even have to release it back into the wild if it gets too aggressive, unless maybe if you neuter it. Wouldn't have a clue how to do that either. I'd say there's a lot to learn."
For only knowing each other for a few days, Fendros noticed Kaleeth and Janius' closeness as he sat across from them. Their love seemed to be a different event to Ahnasha and Fendros'; Janius and Kaleeth were drawn to one another very quickly, while Fendros and Ahnasha's manifested over a longer period of time. Well, he couldn't be surprised. After all, they were different people in different circumstances. He just wished they didn't have to share the tragedy of inevitable separation, even if Fendros and Ahnasha's case was many years away.
Now that Leaps-On-Elves had been handed over safely, Fendros took a moment to recollect what he was doing before. He looked at Ahnasha with a smile, "Want to continue the painting?"
Welp, there's my opening post. Finally.
By the way, I went out on a limb and assumed that 12th Eschelon was the highest rank in the sovereignty military. Correct me if its the other way around, cqbexpt.
By the way, I went out on a limb and assumed that 12th Eschelon was the highest rank in the sovereignty military. Correct me if its the other way around, cqbexpt.
Another day, another set of out of touch idiots...
A shift in force awoke Shiva from her idle thoughts as the dropship slowed to their destination. All around her, her squad was in a similar state of mind. Hunched in their seats, lazily looking to the ship's door. Except the leader. Puffed up lieutenant Kherod stood between them all with one hand holding his slung plasma rifle and the other holding onto a rung on the dropship's ceiling. "We're half a minute out! The mechs have breached a hole in the wall for us to enter. Remember, search and destroy. These fools are armed and have fought our brothers in the sovereignty before. Give mercy only upon their surrender. When they do surrender, use the stunners. We are not here as executioners."
"Even with Suture-Bitch around, sir?" Bigmouth private Daiutan responded, "She can just heal them up to cover the evidence of us shooting them, right?"
Shiva looked up at Daiutan with as much distain as she could get away with. She had suffered her fair share of genuine arses in her life, but simply talking back would always make it worse when badly timed. At least this one was as competent on the field as his superiour rank suggested. It wasn't as if this was the worst nickname she had ever been given as well.
Gruff lieutenant Kherod paid no heed to Daiutan's words. "Unit! Am I understood!?"
"Yes sir!" They all responded, including Shiva. With a satisfied look, Kherod turned around slowly and steadied himself as the dropship slowed to a hover and let in the orange light of the planet's dawning sun.
For a while now, some tempu and masulu pirates had been holed up in a hidden bunker on this planet, staging raids on nearby colonies and ambushing freighters. Thanks to an informant, the location of the base was now known and Shiva's squad was one of three tasked in clearing out the interior.
In predetermined order, the entire squad leaped up and jogged down the ramp with their weapons raised and scanning their surroundings. The dropship's engines whined loudly as it hovered a few feet off the ground, then changed pitch to power up as it lifted away following the signal of the squad leader. To Shiva's left, a pair of medium mechs strode proudly, scanning the rocky surroundings for any signs of trouble. Their previous impact was evident in marks of smoking charred buildings and even a flaming light mech that had been painted with various pirate insignias. On the order of her leader, she ran with her squad towards one of the holes blasted out of the face of the main bunker. Another hole was made for the second squad, and the third squad hung back for cover and support, and to check for survivors from the initial attack.
The clearing operation proceeded like a well oiled machine. Soldiers took rooms, corridors and corners with such practiced precision that they almost looked like programmed machines. Most people they found were unarmed and surrendered immediately, earning a shock to the neck to render them unconscious. There were only three incidents of hiding gunmen, none of which were equipped to breach the squad's shields. They earned a quick death a burst of plasma fire.
Shiva liked this part of the mission. Not because it was exciting, or because of the killing. It was mostly because she didn't have to deal with her squadmates treating her like dirt. None of them wanted to die if they were injured here, and none of them wanted to be caught out of line during a mission. The danger remided them of that, and it was one of the few things that gave Shiva a little empowerment. Off the field, she had always been treasonous scum and always would be.
The real fight came when the squad reached the storage warehouse. In a last ditch at their priorities, the armed pirates had set up some makeshift fortifications from their crates of loot and were pinned down by the other entry squad approaching from the other end. Shiva's squad threw a smoke bomb between themselves and the fortification before they entered the warehouse to try and get to cover quickly, but they didn't count on the pirate leader sporting an illegal custom shifter rifle and black-market EM-detecting eye implants. Daiutan was the one to pay for it, with the first couple of shots supressed by his shield and the next three hitting his stomach and his leg. He limped to cover and shouted the one word that Shiva had been hoping to hear from him as soon as the words 'Suture-Bitch' had left his mouth on the drop ship.
"MEDIC!"
Shiva perked up and laid down some supressing fire in the general direction of the fortification, before running with a hunch to the pile of crates that Daiutan was leaning up against. "Well well well, lucky I'm not here as an executioner, right sir?" She said patronisingly as she opened up her surgeon's kit and evaluated the wounds.
"Shut up and patch me up, Tasthagk!"
"Oh? Where did 'Suture-Bitch' go? You seemed awfully-" Daiutan convulsed as Shiva administered stinging antiseptic spray on his new burns, "-fond of that one, weren't you? Don't worry though, stay still and little miss Shkitliktuit will make you feel aaaall better." Shiva stopped with a motherly look to concentrate as the neutrium around Daiutan's wounds bent to her power. Daiutan felt uncomfortably itchy as his burnt flesh began to close over and repair itself. Daiutan would have not have suffered any less physically with Shiva's treatment if she had said nothing, but the chance to take Daiutan's pride down a notch was too much not to take. Once she was done, there only remained a few charred holes in Daiutan's armour. "There's a good boy, now let's finish this mission, shall we?" She patted him on the top of his helmet roughly and took her place in cover again.
"Reassignment again? Sir, I did not do anything wrong, it's not my fault Daiutan didn't like my medical treatment, it was to procedure!" Shiva protested to Kherod while she read the memo on her datapad with him in front of her. Funnily enough, in the barracks her antics didn't attract any attention. It was as if the rest of the squad had known beforehand and had been told to shut up. It's not as if they cared anyway, none of them especially liked Shiva.
Even though he betrayed nothing in his stony expression, Kherod was probably the one with the most distaste for Shiva's past. He had been looking for an excuse to get rid of her ever since she was assigned to him three years ago. This one seemed to fall into his lap. "Tasthagk, this was not about the mission. You performed as expected as a soldier of the sovereignty. This order is from Army Special Warfare. You will report to hangar bay seven with all of your belongings at 0630. It will be a long flight where you're going."
Confused, Shiva remained standing silently as Kherod turned and walked off. When he was out of sight, she sat down on her bunk and reread the memo. What the hell does the ArmSpecWar want with me?
A shift in force awoke Shiva from her idle thoughts as the dropship slowed to their destination. All around her, her squad was in a similar state of mind. Hunched in their seats, lazily looking to the ship's door. Except the leader. Puffed up lieutenant Kherod stood between them all with one hand holding his slung plasma rifle and the other holding onto a rung on the dropship's ceiling. "We're half a minute out! The mechs have breached a hole in the wall for us to enter. Remember, search and destroy. These fools are armed and have fought our brothers in the sovereignty before. Give mercy only upon their surrender. When they do surrender, use the stunners. We are not here as executioners."
"Even with Suture-Bitch around, sir?" Bigmouth private Daiutan responded, "She can just heal them up to cover the evidence of us shooting them, right?"
Shiva looked up at Daiutan with as much distain as she could get away with. She had suffered her fair share of genuine arses in her life, but simply talking back would always make it worse when badly timed. At least this one was as competent on the field as his superiour rank suggested. It wasn't as if this was the worst nickname she had ever been given as well.
Gruff lieutenant Kherod paid no heed to Daiutan's words. "Unit! Am I understood!?"
"Yes sir!" They all responded, including Shiva. With a satisfied look, Kherod turned around slowly and steadied himself as the dropship slowed to a hover and let in the orange light of the planet's dawning sun.
For a while now, some tempu and masulu pirates had been holed up in a hidden bunker on this planet, staging raids on nearby colonies and ambushing freighters. Thanks to an informant, the location of the base was now known and Shiva's squad was one of three tasked in clearing out the interior.
In predetermined order, the entire squad leaped up and jogged down the ramp with their weapons raised and scanning their surroundings. The dropship's engines whined loudly as it hovered a few feet off the ground, then changed pitch to power up as it lifted away following the signal of the squad leader. To Shiva's left, a pair of medium mechs strode proudly, scanning the rocky surroundings for any signs of trouble. Their previous impact was evident in marks of smoking charred buildings and even a flaming light mech that had been painted with various pirate insignias. On the order of her leader, she ran with her squad towards one of the holes blasted out of the face of the main bunker. Another hole was made for the second squad, and the third squad hung back for cover and support, and to check for survivors from the initial attack.
The clearing operation proceeded like a well oiled machine. Soldiers took rooms, corridors and corners with such practiced precision that they almost looked like programmed machines. Most people they found were unarmed and surrendered immediately, earning a shock to the neck to render them unconscious. There were only three incidents of hiding gunmen, none of which were equipped to breach the squad's shields. They earned a quick death a burst of plasma fire.
Shiva liked this part of the mission. Not because it was exciting, or because of the killing. It was mostly because she didn't have to deal with her squadmates treating her like dirt. None of them wanted to die if they were injured here, and none of them wanted to be caught out of line during a mission. The danger remided them of that, and it was one of the few things that gave Shiva a little empowerment. Off the field, she had always been treasonous scum and always would be.
The real fight came when the squad reached the storage warehouse. In a last ditch at their priorities, the armed pirates had set up some makeshift fortifications from their crates of loot and were pinned down by the other entry squad approaching from the other end. Shiva's squad threw a smoke bomb between themselves and the fortification before they entered the warehouse to try and get to cover quickly, but they didn't count on the pirate leader sporting an illegal custom shifter rifle and black-market EM-detecting eye implants. Daiutan was the one to pay for it, with the first couple of shots supressed by his shield and the next three hitting his stomach and his leg. He limped to cover and shouted the one word that Shiva had been hoping to hear from him as soon as the words 'Suture-Bitch' had left his mouth on the drop ship.
"MEDIC!"
Shiva perked up and laid down some supressing fire in the general direction of the fortification, before running with a hunch to the pile of crates that Daiutan was leaning up against. "Well well well, lucky I'm not here as an executioner, right sir?" She said patronisingly as she opened up her surgeon's kit and evaluated the wounds.
"Shut up and patch me up, Tasthagk!"
"Oh? Where did 'Suture-Bitch' go? You seemed awfully-" Daiutan convulsed as Shiva administered stinging antiseptic spray on his new burns, "-fond of that one, weren't you? Don't worry though, stay still and little miss Shkitliktuit will make you feel aaaall better." Shiva stopped with a motherly look to concentrate as the neutrium around Daiutan's wounds bent to her power. Daiutan felt uncomfortably itchy as his burnt flesh began to close over and repair itself. Daiutan would have not have suffered any less physically with Shiva's treatment if she had said nothing, but the chance to take Daiutan's pride down a notch was too much not to take. Once she was done, there only remained a few charred holes in Daiutan's armour. "There's a good boy, now let's finish this mission, shall we?" She patted him on the top of his helmet roughly and took her place in cover again.
"Reassignment again? Sir, I did not do anything wrong, it's not my fault Daiutan didn't like my medical treatment, it was to procedure!" Shiva protested to Kherod while she read the memo on her datapad with him in front of her. Funnily enough, in the barracks her antics didn't attract any attention. It was as if the rest of the squad had known beforehand and had been told to shut up. It's not as if they cared anyway, none of them especially liked Shiva.
Even though he betrayed nothing in his stony expression, Kherod was probably the one with the most distaste for Shiva's past. He had been looking for an excuse to get rid of her ever since she was assigned to him three years ago. This one seemed to fall into his lap. "Tasthagk, this was not about the mission. You performed as expected as a soldier of the sovereignty. This order is from Army Special Warfare. You will report to hangar bay seven with all of your belongings at 0630. It will be a long flight where you're going."
Confused, Shiva remained standing silently as Kherod turned and walked off. When he was out of sight, she sat down on her bunk and reread the memo. What the hell does the ArmSpecWar want with me?
Kyelin, I think my slice of the earth is about half an hour offset from yours. I know how you feel.
Also, I must apologise, I was going to do an opening post tonight, but then I got busy, then I wrote a post for another RP that I thought would be brief, but then turned out longer than I thought, and I have to get up early tomorrow, so I have to sleep now, that is, before I also apologise for this run-on sentence- *Gasps for air*
... I'll post tomorrow. G'night!
Also, I must apologise, I was going to do an opening post tonight, but then I got busy, then I wrote a post for another RP that I thought would be brief, but then turned out longer than I thought, and I have to get up early tomorrow, so I have to sleep now, that is, before I also apologise for this run-on sentence- *Gasps for air*
... I'll post tomorrow. G'night!
Now that Meesei had fused her rib back in place almost completely, Sabine breathed deeper again and began to relax and properly calm herself down. She considered curling up and napping after the stress of the fight, but she kept herself awake for tea. Or at least she tried. Her eyelids were heavy and she had almost fallen asleep by the time Tunxeek returned. Carefully, she sat up and rubbed her eyes.
"Father had water boiling for himself, but he always boils too much at once, so I did not have to wait to fill a pot." Tunxeek mentioned as he laid out three cups and filled them each with a brown water that carried flecks of leaves and root. "This is a blend that I make for mornings after bad sleeps. I don't make it as much as before, but you both look tired. This will..." for once, Tunxeek struggled to find the word at the tip of his tongue, it took all the time to pour the three clay cups to remember, "... give... life? No, uh... ve... vi... vigor! Yes, it will give vigor. Also, safe for non-Argonians."
Tunxeek handed cups to Sabine and Meesei. Sabine took hers slowly in both hands and blew on it before sipping. It was comforting, like before, but had a different flavour. Leafy was the easiest way to describe it. After a couple more sips, she was already cured of her heavy eyelids. In fact, her mind felt slightly sharper, slightly less clouded by fatigue and less overshadowed by disappointment. It was a nice reprieve. It needed something else though. Sabine reached over to her ingredients bag and searched through it. After a few seconds, she pulled out a dried petal from a flower she had plucked nearer to Thorn. She crushed the petal between two fingers and dropped it into her cup, stirring it with her finger, before bringing it to her lips again. As expected, the flavour was more to her liking. As an unexpected side effect, both Meesei and Tunxeek's lifeforces began to glow visibly through her eyes. Funny, she hadn't come across any other ingredients in the marsh that would react with the petal to detect life. Perhaps it was just the nature of how Tunxeek's special blend was prepared.
"What is that you have added to it, Sabine?" Tunxeek asked, curious as to why Sabine seemed to become so wide eyed when she first took a sip of her new mix.
Looking to Tunxeek, Sabine considered for a moment, then reached to fetch another couple of dried petals, crushing one and reaching to place it in Tunxeek's cup and doing the same with Meesei's cup. Tunxeek was slightly reluctant at first, but cautiously took a sip and found himself wide eyed in surprise as well. "It... detects life?" Tunxeek's face formed a smile, then he began to laugh. "Sabine, did you learn to make potions from Meesei, or another treeminder, or someone else?" Tunxeek asked.
"Witches," Sabine replied blankly, her eyes forward, before taking another sip.
This seemed to make Tunxeek confused. Trading glances with Sabine and Meesei, his smile faded. "Who is 'witches'?"
"As long as it doesn't jump on anyone else when it gets bigger, sure." Fendros said.
With a chuckle, Janius lowered himself to be seated with everyone without disturbing the wamasu too much. To Kaleeth's comment, Janius replied, "Quite. I thought something as big as a wamasu would have children at least the size of a dog." Angling his head to look more closely at Jumps-On-Elves' diminutive head, Janius hummed thoughtfully, "How intelligent are wamasus anyway? Has anyone tried to tame them, or train them?"
"Has anyone tried to tame any beast of the marshes?" Fendros added cynically.
"Father had water boiling for himself, but he always boils too much at once, so I did not have to wait to fill a pot." Tunxeek mentioned as he laid out three cups and filled them each with a brown water that carried flecks of leaves and root. "This is a blend that I make for mornings after bad sleeps. I don't make it as much as before, but you both look tired. This will..." for once, Tunxeek struggled to find the word at the tip of his tongue, it took all the time to pour the three clay cups to remember, "... give... life? No, uh... ve... vi... vigor! Yes, it will give vigor. Also, safe for non-Argonians."
Tunxeek handed cups to Sabine and Meesei. Sabine took hers slowly in both hands and blew on it before sipping. It was comforting, like before, but had a different flavour. Leafy was the easiest way to describe it. After a couple more sips, she was already cured of her heavy eyelids. In fact, her mind felt slightly sharper, slightly less clouded by fatigue and less overshadowed by disappointment. It was a nice reprieve. It needed something else though. Sabine reached over to her ingredients bag and searched through it. After a few seconds, she pulled out a dried petal from a flower she had plucked nearer to Thorn. She crushed the petal between two fingers and dropped it into her cup, stirring it with her finger, before bringing it to her lips again. As expected, the flavour was more to her liking. As an unexpected side effect, both Meesei and Tunxeek's lifeforces began to glow visibly through her eyes. Funny, she hadn't come across any other ingredients in the marsh that would react with the petal to detect life. Perhaps it was just the nature of how Tunxeek's special blend was prepared.
"What is that you have added to it, Sabine?" Tunxeek asked, curious as to why Sabine seemed to become so wide eyed when she first took a sip of her new mix.
Looking to Tunxeek, Sabine considered for a moment, then reached to fetch another couple of dried petals, crushing one and reaching to place it in Tunxeek's cup and doing the same with Meesei's cup. Tunxeek was slightly reluctant at first, but cautiously took a sip and found himself wide eyed in surprise as well. "It... detects life?" Tunxeek's face formed a smile, then he began to laugh. "Sabine, did you learn to make potions from Meesei, or another treeminder, or someone else?" Tunxeek asked.
"Witches," Sabine replied blankly, her eyes forward, before taking another sip.
This seemed to make Tunxeek confused. Trading glances with Sabine and Meesei, his smile faded. "Who is 'witches'?"
"As long as it doesn't jump on anyone else when it gets bigger, sure." Fendros said.
With a chuckle, Janius lowered himself to be seated with everyone without disturbing the wamasu too much. To Kaleeth's comment, Janius replied, "Quite. I thought something as big as a wamasu would have children at least the size of a dog." Angling his head to look more closely at Jumps-On-Elves' diminutive head, Janius hummed thoughtfully, "How intelligent are wamasus anyway? Has anyone tried to tame them, or train them?"
"Has anyone tried to tame any beast of the marshes?" Fendros added cynically.
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