Eternity RPC Board
10-02-2016, 05:18 PM
Nevina took a moment to respond to Elke's question, in truth slightly taken aback by the fact that the girl posed one at all. Sure, this partly owed to certain undue assumptions made on the elf's part as to what her "pupil" already knew, but in truth much of her pause came from personal hesitation, an unfamiliarity toward sharing her thoughts, her knowledge with someone else. In all her life, she'd had little need or practice in having to explain herself to someone else while wandering the vast and empty wilderness alone; save the trees, who could there possibly be to listen as she prattled on about her motivations?
The trees made for pleasant company, mind, and Nevina found the quiet sentinels a much prefered partner in conversation in their stoic silence and soothing whispers, but Elke would soon join them in the converation or lack thereof; resignatedly, she knew this was a simple fact to which she would need grow accustomed.
"My apologies," Nevina offered, sweeping in one slow motion her few empty dishes from before her to an unused portion of the heavy oaken table. "I had assumed, given your...upbringing, your education, you might be more familiar with alchemistry. But, I suppose if I am to teach anything, then this is as good a place to start as any."
Nevina reached across the table and clasped the tiny tincture of strange liquid in her hands. Even as she held it gently, taking pains not to jostle and overmix the concoction within. The vial felt painfully fragile; why important and powerful potions always tended to find their way into the most breakable of containers would forever remain one of life's many mysteries.
"Falulf's blood," Nevina explained, holding the vial aloft so the brew's silver-colored streaks would catch the sun's morning rays filtering through the empty tavern's stained glass and sparkle in a dozen vibrant rainbow hues, "is not your typical medication or herbal remedy. It is a potion, a magical infusion, where the ingredients and the brewing process impart extranormal qualities to it's use. 'Magical' effects."
"In this case," she emphasized, gingerly placing the tincture once more upon its spot on the table, "it is an interventive and preventive for the werewolf disease. Lycanthropy, you would call it."
Sitting upright, she'd expected more sleepy protestations from Forlag as consequence of all the discussion and movement, but a glance down revealed him to be gone. Just...gone, with no noise, no movement, no trace of his passing or having even been there except a few short rust-colored stray hairs upon a squirrel-sized wrinkled nest of fabric. How he had left and done so with no warning, neither sound nor motion, irritated Nevina in the way only the squirrely old man could; her brow furroed slightly at yet another display of Forlagian Secrecy as she gave an annoyed sweeping to the squirrel-man's vestigal remains.
"That is actually what I- we are investigating next." Nevina punctuated her statement with a few sharp tugs on the sides of her robes, straightening her now vacant lap before folding her hands upon it. She paused a moment to gather he thoughts, the act of putting words to actions terra incognita to a person so used to simply doing without explanation. "I have a...hunch; the disease was not brought here by another werewolf as is typical, so it must have been deliberately introduced soem other way. The afflicted man was living by the water, and I have reason to suspect the source will be upstream. That is where we shall head when you are finished."
Wow, was she bad at conversation. Was that too much information? Hopefully that wasn't too much information.
The trees made for pleasant company, mind, and Nevina found the quiet sentinels a much prefered partner in conversation in their stoic silence and soothing whispers, but Elke would soon join them in the converation or lack thereof; resignatedly, she knew this was a simple fact to which she would need grow accustomed.
"My apologies," Nevina offered, sweeping in one slow motion her few empty dishes from before her to an unused portion of the heavy oaken table. "I had assumed, given your...upbringing, your education, you might be more familiar with alchemistry. But, I suppose if I am to teach anything, then this is as good a place to start as any."
Nevina reached across the table and clasped the tiny tincture of strange liquid in her hands. Even as she held it gently, taking pains not to jostle and overmix the concoction within. The vial felt painfully fragile; why important and powerful potions always tended to find their way into the most breakable of containers would forever remain one of life's many mysteries.
"Falulf's blood," Nevina explained, holding the vial aloft so the brew's silver-colored streaks would catch the sun's morning rays filtering through the empty tavern's stained glass and sparkle in a dozen vibrant rainbow hues, "is not your typical medication or herbal remedy. It is a potion, a magical infusion, where the ingredients and the brewing process impart extranormal qualities to it's use. 'Magical' effects."
"In this case," she emphasized, gingerly placing the tincture once more upon its spot on the table, "it is an interventive and preventive for the werewolf disease. Lycanthropy, you would call it."
Sitting upright, she'd expected more sleepy protestations from Forlag as consequence of all the discussion and movement, but a glance down revealed him to be gone. Just...gone, with no noise, no movement, no trace of his passing or having even been there except a few short rust-colored stray hairs upon a squirrel-sized wrinkled nest of fabric. How he had left and done so with no warning, neither sound nor motion, irritated Nevina in the way only the squirrely old man could; her brow furroed slightly at yet another display of Forlagian Secrecy as she gave an annoyed sweeping to the squirrel-man's vestigal remains.
"That is actually what I- we are investigating next." Nevina punctuated her statement with a few sharp tugs on the sides of her robes, straightening her now vacant lap before folding her hands upon it. She paused a moment to gather he thoughts, the act of putting words to actions terra incognita to a person so used to simply doing without explanation. "I have a...hunch; the disease was not brought here by another werewolf as is typical, so it must have been deliberately introduced soem other way. The afflicted man was living by the water, and I have reason to suspect the source will be upstream. That is where we shall head when you are finished."
Wow, was she bad at conversation. Was that too much information? Hopefully that wasn't too much information.