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| Raina | Thu Mar 28, 2013 9:12 pm Post #1 |
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The grass bent under the wind, the cold bite of winter still in the air, even with the signs of spring showing through. She had already seen a few crocuses poking through the ground, a cluster of white ones shivering in the wind and clinging to the wet mud. The sun was hidden behind clouds, but not the type of grey overcast day that she was used to in winter, it was the slow moving white clouds, where blue could be seen behind them. The sky of summer. Winter was slowly losing its grip on the world and Raina let out a tired sigh. Soon her mother and father would be prepping the land for planting and sowing. The snow and frost was gone and the earth had thawed. The two old plow horses they owned would be hooked up and pulling the plow across the fields they owned. Then they’d seed them all and tend to all the animals, make sure that they we’re breeding correctly so that the next stock would be good. It would be work non-stop, drawing water, feeding, tending, endless work. She struck her flint and set the spark to the little pile of wood she had gathered. Most of it was wet still and started crackling, sending up a steady cloud of smoke. At least she was still on the plains, far enough away from her family home that they wouldn't see her smoke and come to drag her back home. Even now she felt a pang of guilt for leaving them to do all that work on their own. But she thought she was still close enough to the town that she wouldn't run into any trouble from wild animals, bandits, or other wanderers. She hoped…. |
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| Ollie | Sat Mar 30, 2013 12:00 am Post #2 |
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Evening began to fade to night, and a lone horse chewed a mouthful of grass besides a tiny tent, which was being disassembled by a cloaked man. Where he wasn't wearing a shirt, grey vest, and worn pants, his skin was covered in a dappled green cloth. The only uncovered area was the upper half of his face, which was carefully shaded by his hood and, when he raised his gaze to the horizon, with a carefully placed hand. "It's late enough, I guess," he surmised aloud, putting the bits of dismembered tent into his pack. "Time to head out. I need food." "Not bandit, right?" a voice asked, though the only place it could be heard was within Ollie's head. "I had one yesterday, dragon," Ollie said, securing his horse's saddle back on the creature. "We'll head over toward Norwood. Hopefully, I can get a deer or something." "Yaaaaay, deer," the voice said again. The grass rustled as a small limbless, winged, reptile launched into the sky, looping over the man's head before settling around his neck. Go get deer. "I will, I will, sheesh." Ollie checked the saddle one last time before mounting and settling on his horse's back. "Let's get going, Justin." The horse took off at a trot toward the east, away from the sunset. Ollie didn't need to be blinded first thing in the evening. He scanned the grassland, watching for movement. What caught his eye, however, was a spark of firelight far from the main paths or any farmsteads. "Huh, someone's camping," he said, and pointed Justin to move past it at a tangent. He thought his area was free from marauders, but it was always best to check. He felt the dragon on his shoulders tense as they drew within range for it to scan the minds of anyone nearby. "Well?" "Hrrrm...." the dragon said, parsing out what it would and wouldn't share with Ollie. "Girl. Sad. Lost." "A girl?" Ollie considered the terse explanation a bit. "And definitely not a decoy for an ambush, right? We don't need that happening again." "Nope. Just Girl." Ollie clicked at Justin and leaned toward the fire, turning Justin with the subtle body cues he was trying to build up. He took Justin toward the fire at a brisk pace, trying to make as much noise as possible as he approached, even going so far as the whistle a tune, though the sound was a bit breathy with his fangs in the way. "Hello, there!" Ollie said once he felt they were close enough that the girl - well, not a girl, a woman, he could see at this distance - had to have seen and noticed them. He drew up closer, still facing away from the west as the last light held onto the twilight. "Fine night out, though it seems a bit chilly for a camping trip." Edited by Ollie, Sat Mar 30, 2013 2:47 pm.
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| The Scholar's Lotus | Sat Mar 30, 2013 1:28 am Post #3 |
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Pessach trotted along the chilly, animated grass that danced in the winter wind. In his left hand, he juggled his Smuggler's Cache, the one that held his trusty, pink, enchanted, totally-not-stolen scythe: the Scholar's Lotus. His right hand, the human hand, was outstretched, illuminating the falling darkness with the magical light he frequently conjured. As he strolled along, he looked down and saw a few white crocuses protruding from the muddy earth. "Huh, I could pick one of these, and everyone would think I was really artsy or something," thought the spatula, as he pocketed his cache to pluck one of the flowers. Pessach preferred pink flowers, but that was just his signature color. As he held the flower between his index and middle fingers, the spatula noticed the early signs of a campfire. "Maybe I'll go near," he thought. "They could have food. Mmm... Food. I like food." That was exactly what Pessach did. Without any concern, the floramancer moved towards the person, no, two people, in the distance. For delicious food, Pessach would take any risk. |
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| Raina | Sat Mar 30, 2013 2:16 am Post #4 |
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She watched the smoke curl up into the oncoming darkness. She thought about the family she left behind. The mother who had often taught her about life. The father who had protected her in hard times. She remembered her mother teaching her how to bake all sorts of things, pies, bread, miniature cakes, and how to cook goose, chicken, cow. She would take her out into the barn and they could feed the goats, sheep and cows together, scatter the grain for the chicken and collect eggs and milk. She would go out into the fields with her father who would show her how to cut down the grain, tend the fields, and teach her how to fix broken wheels and drive a cart, ride a horse. He protected her from wild dogs…. She could pin the moment it had all changed. And it panged her to leave even now but it was a choice she had made. A poison had crept into that house and she couldn’t live there anymore. To stay would be to die a slow and painful death, maybe not a physical death but she would be dead inside. The flames danced in front of her face, but she only stared through them. A tear rolled down her cheek. She didn’t want to sleep tonight. Didn’t want the dreams to infect her mind again, like they did every night. She didn’t want to sleep. Thankfully it appeared she wouldn’t have to yet. A sound of someone moving towards her was clearly heard. She reached out and wrapped her hand around her bow, pulling a few arrows closer. Her heart beat a little bit faster and she had to tell herself that bandits wouldn’t make this much noise. Right? Right. Right…? “Hello…. I’m not umm… I’m running away actually…” And that was stupid! Why did she say that? Focus! Raina lifted her bow a little bit, making it visible to the stranger and picked up an arrow and waved it in front of her face. “I’m faster than you’d think.” She put false bravo into her voice. “I could have this drawn and released before you could take a step towards me….. Are you a bandit? Are you going to hurt me? Who are you?” Her voice shook a little at the end and so did her hand. She tried to will herself to steady it. She heard another person approach from off to the side. Before she even knew what she was doing her bow was drawn and fired off in that direction. The arrow went high and wide, missing the mark by miles. She already had another in the bow and at half-draw her arms shaking so badly that she wouldn’t have been able to hit a target right in front of her. “Who are you!?” She couldn’t keep the fear from her voice, it was after all her first time away from her little, comfortable farm home. |
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| Ollie | Sat Mar 30, 2013 2:33 am Post #5 |
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"Hello..."she said, her heartbeat racing a mile a minute. "I'm not umm... I'm running away actually..." She took a bow in hand by the time he came near the firelight, and picked an arrow, as well, ready to put it to the string. Ollie stayed very still, not wanting her to try shooting him. It wouldn't kill him, but it would still hurt, and if she hit his heart he'd be out of the game, as well. More likely, she'd hit Justin, and he wasn't about to let his horse get hurt. "I'm faster than you'd think," she continued, trying to put strength to her voice to mask her fear. "I could have this drawn and released before you could take a step towards me….. Are you a bandit? Are you going to hurt me? Who are you?" "Whoa, whoa, easy," he said, his voice soft and low. He'd hoped to help her out, but he supposed someone as scared and high strung as she was wouldn't be gleeful to find a strange man suddenly appear at dusk. This might have been a bad idea. "I'm just a traveler and I saw your campfire-" Another heartbeat approached, this one sounding focused but not in the same way a marauder's heart would be when set on a target. A rustling in the grass heralded the other man's approach, and the woman responded with a swift draw and shot from her bow. She was fast, but she was so frightened that she didn't have the needed focus to hit anything smaller than the plains. "Who are you!?" she screamed at him and, likely, the other man, as well. Her heartbeat, however, nearly drowned out her words in Ollie's ears. Ollie slowly got down from his horse and stood beside it. He lifted a hand and whispered. A light appeared with a flick of his fingers, illuminating his face. He pulled down his lower face mask so she could fully see him. The dragon lifted its own head and focused on the newest stranger. "My name is Ollie. I saw you out here all alone and came to see if you were alright. I'm not a bandit, and I don't plan to hurt you. I was going to even offer you a lift, though I understand if you don't wish to take me up on that offer." He gave a small smile, lips closed, of course. There was no need to add to her understandable fear by introducing overly long canines into the equation. "I'm not sure who that other, is, however, but I don't think he intends any harm, either." Ollie turned toward him, a rather bedraggled sort who probably would want some explanation for why he was being shot at. "Oi! You out there! You best introduce yourself before approaching. The young lady here's been having a rough time and might need some assurance that she doesn't need to shoot to kill." |
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| The Scholar's Lotus | Sat Mar 30, 2013 2:43 am Post #6 |
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As Pessach neared, he was able to better analyze the situation. It was a woman who had started the fire, and a man with a horse who had joined her. After several seconds of conversing, the girl took and shot an arrow at what seemed to be nothing in particular. "Was she actually trying to hit something?" Pessach thought. "I hope not; that was pitiful." Then, the other man in the situation held up a hand and shone a light of his own conjuring. Well, aside from the obvious want for food (because every man wants food), the spatula had established that the two had some sort of common ground. At this point, Pessach was noticed, this much he knew for sure. "Oi! You out there! You best introduce yourself before approaching. The young lady here's been having a rough time and might need some assurance that she doesn't need to shoot to kill," the man shouted at him. Reasonable enough, Pessach established. "Oh, sorry!" Pessach yelled back. In an attempt to ease the tension, he asked, "Um... you got any food?!" |
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| Raina | Sat Mar 30, 2013 3:34 am Post #7 |
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Her hands shook, she could feel the sweat beading on her palms. Those two combined made the wood of the bow slip through her grasp. She was shaking, it seemed to have travelled from her hands to her arms to her legs and now she wasn’t even sure why. These two didn’t seem to be a threat. She took deep breaths. Slowing her breathing until her hands were still. The first stranger, Ollie, he seemed nice, he dismounted and put her at ease. Her hands stopped shaking and she lowered her bow and dropped the arrow into the dirt. They looked just like travellers. More experienced at travelling than she was by the look of them. And Ollie had even offered her a ride. That would help her so much. She had so far to go. She looked down at her small campfire, still spitting smoke into the dark sky, the flames making the surroundings past it’s glow more eerie. She looked at the tiny pallet she had made out of gathered up grass, more like a nest really. At the blanket that held her measly supplies, and back to the bed. She didn’t want to sleep. She had been gone for only two nights and already the nightmares had only increased. She did not want to sleep. “I’m so sorry.” She tossed the bow off next to the other supplies, it was useless now that she had dropped her other arrow. “Umm yes, yes I have some food.” She hurried back to her other bag and opened it up, pulling out some bread and cheese. She sliced off a piece of each. Still too nervous to actually approach the men she suddenly found herself with she place them next to the fire and moved a few steps away. “I’m Raina. Sorry about the bow.” She rubbed her arm with one hand. “I guess I’m a little on edge.” She let out a nervous laugh. She hadn’t had the forethought to bring her own horse, but she found them to be a good judge of character, and this one seemed to like Ollie. She slowly approached the horse, keeping a distance from him still. “Do you mind?” She gestured to the horse and waited for approval before she pet it. “Where are you heading? I was hoping to head towards Norwood? I mean if … you’re not going to hurt me then it would be nice to have some… company.” Her head reeled a bit. Was she being an idiot? Or was this man genuine. She wasn’t really prepared for the world and maybe friends would help? Maybe he could teach her some survival? Maybe… she was getting ahead of herself? “How’s the food?” She glanced back at the other man, he was… peculiar but he didn’t seem threatening. |
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| Ollie | Sat Mar 30, 2013 2:57 pm Post #8 |
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Ollie nodded when she asked him of she could pet Justin. Justin was one of the most laid back souls he'd ever known, and he knew the gelding would have no qualms with getting a quality nose skritch. Ollie himself remained where he was, still not wanting the young lady to run off into the night after getting spooked. Justin huffed contentedly as the petting commenced, pressing his nose into her palm to encourage more of the same. “Where are you heading?" she asked him. "I was hoping to head towards Norwood? I mean if … you’re not going to hurt me then it would be nice to have some… company.” "I was actually heading that way myself to do some hunting," Ollie said. "I seem to have better luck with it at night. I could drop you off at Kellen, unless that's where you're running from..." Ollie bit back the obvious question of why she was running. He could ask his dragon and get no answers from it, of course. However, there were two reasons she'd be leaving her home: she was upset and running away until she came to her senses or she had a true grievance with her homelife and was leaving for her own health and sanity. Either way, she was ill equipped for a night on the plains in early spring when temperatures still dipped below freezing. He could at least help her survive her first night away. As for the other fellow....Ollie looked over at him. He hadn't been overly concerned about the bowshot, though it was also so wild that it would be difficult to tell it was aimed at anything. Even with Ollie's warning, the man was unnaturally calm. Either he was a bit of a dullard or was in the running with Sir Justin himself for the title of Most Relaxed Creature. Ollie frowned as a sound entered his ear. It was a strange one, like a cross between a hiss and a cough. Ollie turned his head to see his fly dragon watching the newcomer, its tiny teeth exposed as its lips drew back. "Shnk, shnk, shnk," it said again. Ollie raised an eyebrow. Was it....laughing? The little dragon was a very silent thing. For it to find something so funny that it was laughing aloud, there had to be something hilarious about this fellow. Care to share the joke? Ollie thought at the dragon. "You wanna know, ask him," the dragon said, still giving its creepy grin. Ollie groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. At the very least, he now could guess the man meant no harm beyond wanting to make a dent in their rations. "I don't have anything on me except some venison jerky," Ollie said to the man. "It's not flavored or anything, but you can have some. The snickering stopped. The fly dragon glared. "No. MY deer." "I'm going to be getting more deer," Ollie said, his tone exasperated. "You can share it." "Oh, yes, the dragon said. "Fresh deer better." |
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| The Scholar's Lotus | Sat Mar 30, 2013 4:54 pm Post #9 |
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"I'm so sorry," the woman said, discarding her bow. "Umm yes, yes I have some food." "YES!" cheered Pessach in his mind. Pessach was handed a bit of cheese and bread. He noted a near-hissing sound coming from that general direction, but he thought nothing of it considering the lack of concern from the other parties. "I don't have anything on me except some venison jerky," the other man told him. "It's not flavored or anything, but you can have some." "I do love venison," replied Pessach. He reached down with his prosthetic hand and pocketed the flower before pulling out his Cascadian Protector and carving into the side of the bread. Slipping the cheese inside, he began to prepare for a tasty venison sandwich. "I'm going to be getting more deer. You can share it," proposed the man. This was slightly confusing, as he didn't seem to direct this at either of them. "Must be schizophrenic," assumed Pessach. He took a bite of his venison sandwich, and his lips smiled with approval. "How's the food?" asked the female. "Delicious," he simply replied between bites. He thought, "Wow, I actually got food out of this! Thank you, Fiorire di Fiore!" |
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| Raina | Sat Mar 30, 2013 8:26 pm Post #10 |
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Her eyes widened and she must’ve gotten a look like a scared deer. Kellen? No she couldn’t go there, she wouldn’t go back there. She was going to start to protest before he even finished his sentence, but once he did she let out a sigh of relief. Her whole body just sort of relaxed. “I would prefer not to go anywhere near Kellen if that’s possible.” She wiggled her fingers on the horse’s muzzle and let him playfully wiggle his lip, trying to catch her fingers. “I shouldn’t have said anything about me… running away. I don’t want to be the type of girl who cries about her issues to random strangers she meets while… camping.” Raina laughed a bit, and flashed Ollie a shy smile. She really was the type to just dive in. It wasn’t that she trusted people it was more like she was just… impulsive. She spoke her mind and didn’t really fully think before the words tumbled out of her mouth. “It would be helpful if you could maybe teach me to hunt or something though…?” She knew how to skin animals, she knew how to pluck birds, she knew how to dry and salt meat. But she had never actually killed something before. Readying the meat had been part of the job as a woman of the household and she had helped when her brother was too young. When it came to the killing however her father had always taken care of that so she had never actually killed anything before. Even the wolves and coyotes that snooped around the property had been chased off or killed by her father. “Shnk, Shnk, Shnk,” Raina paused and a confused look came over her face, it was dark and she hadn’t noticed the creature Ollie had with him. “What was that?” She walked a little closer to Ollie, her hand falling off of the horse’s nose. She tilted her head to one side trying to get a better look. "I'm going to be getting more deer. You can share it." “Well at least with more deer I’ll actually have some fresh meat to eat instead of all the dried stuff I brought with me…” Raina still looked at Ollie a bit confused though. “I’m glad you like the food,” Raina smiled at the newcomer. “He doesn’t talk much eh Ollie,” She gave Ollie a look like they were sharing a secret. “Come, sit,” She motioned to a space next to the fire and she went over and sat down as well. “If I’m going to be going along with you maybe we can all eat and share stories. I’m especially curious about your arm there,” She pointed to the prosthetic hand. “I don’t…. I don’t mean to be rude or anything…. I’m sorry. I just… you know how it is right.” She patted the seat beside her. “Sit down Ollie. Tell me your story, then this fellow here can share his, I’ll share mine, and then maybe you can teach me to hunt?” |
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| Ollie | Sat Mar 30, 2013 9:40 pm Post #11 |
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Ollie sat, sitting a bit farther from the fire than the other two to stretch his legs out. The dragon continued watching the man, and Justin moved between the woman and Ollie to begin munching another mouthful of grass. "Well, if we're all getting cozy here," Ollie said, leaning back, "I'm Ollie, like I said. The horse is Justin. And this thing on my shoulder is a fly dragon that I call Dragon because it's never bothered sharing its name." The fly dragon turned toward Ollie and stuck out its thin tongue. Ollie ignored the insult. "It talks with its thoughts, so if you suddenly hear something talk in your head, it's probably him, though he doesn't seem to do that much with anyone but myself. Just warning you. "As for me, um..." Ollie considered, then shrugged. "I'm mostly wandering about. I'm sympathetic to your situation, miss, since I ran away from home myself some years ago. Granted, I was old enough that was more 'leaving home,' but I understand reaching a point where you can't stay where you are." Ollie felt his hair get ruffled as the fly dragon moved up to rest its head on his own, staring out between the tufts of black hair. "Cold," it gave as an explanation. Ollie ignored it again. "There's not much else to share," Ollie said. "I could teach you some about trapping and fishing and such, miss, or even just loan you some of my old books. But for now, perhaps our little beggar here could at least share his name and story, since he's eating our food." |
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| The Scholar's Lotus | Sat Mar 30, 2013 10:28 pm Post #12 |
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Pessach accepted the invitation to join in sharing his conversation, just to see how the pair would react. The other man was first to speak. Pessach tried to distance himself ever so slightly, in an attempt to be not too close but not too shady, either. The man, Ollie, finished explaining about himself and his animal companions. "A fly dragon? That's impressive," noted Pessach. "Oh? Am I next? Alright, well, I'm Pessach. I'm a floramancer and a philosopher. I like food. Oh, and I'm a spatula. Well, not anymore. I was a spatula. Now I'm a person. It's kind of weird. Anyway, a wizard turned me human, and I decided to go adventuring. "A couple of months ago, I was helping this village in an orc attack, and one of them chopped my hand off. One of the village medics stopped the bleeding, and some wizard staying in the village made me this hand to use. "Oh, and I'm supposed to be the king of Castle Camblewick someday." "Yeah, I probably don't need to share any more stories," noted Pessach mentally. |
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| Raina | Sun Mar 31, 2013 5:57 am Post #13 |
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Raina sat and listened to them both tell their own stories, chewing on a dried piece of beef she had pulled out of her bag and watched as the flames slowly died. She poked at them with a stick and put away little tidbits of information to mull over later. For example: Ollie said he left many years ago but he didn’t look like he was even out of his 20s yet. He might just look very young though. Also the fly dragon was really neat and she planned to bother Ollie later to hold it. Or she supposed she’d have to bother Dragon since it was sentient. He. Since he was sentient. He? She’d ask that too. And then from Pessach she wanted to ask what a floramancer was. She’d never heard of one before. He was a spatula? What was with that? How did one become human that way? Why would a wizard do that? A spatula the king? How did they decide that? She scratched the side of her head and let it go for now. “My turn?” Raina looked at each of them and then let out a little sigh. “Okay… there’s no way I’ll beat Pessach’s story,” She laughed and smiled at him. Both of these guys seemed pretty harmless at the moment. “Not much to tell really. I grew up as a pretty simple farm girl. I haven’t really seen any of the world. I’ve heard stories from the travellers in the market but my own life has been contained to Kellen. “Partially I wanted to see the world and become something more than just a farm girl. I mean it’s pathetic and I mess up all the time and…” Raina trailed off for a moment before she started spewing things that would put herself down and make the two men look at her weird. She coughed. “Anyway… I sort of out grew my household, and by the time I decided that it had been way too long. My house wasn’t a happy home anymore and, it happens, but I needed to get away from it mostly. Sometimes a place becoming poisonous to you and you just have to leave.” She smiled a bit. “I’m refraining from asking you two some very personal questions, especially you Spatula Boy,” She smiled at him to show that the name was all in fun and not meant to offend in any way. “So I hope you guys will do the same for me.” She poked at the fire to build it back up again. “But Ollie hunting sounds amazing, I do need the practice. And I’m curious about Dragon…. Do I talk directly to it? Him?” She focused her gaze on the little thing “Hi Dragon. “And Pessach… What is a floramancer anyway? “Oh and Ollie when can we go? After you guys scared me so bad my heart nearly jumped out my throat I don’t think I’ll get any sleep tonight.” |
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| Ollie | Sun Mar 31, 2013 9:15 pm Post #14 |
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Ollie agreed with Raina. There was no way any of them could best Pessach's tale. Was that what caused the dragon's giggles. Was it because Pessach was mad? Were the giggles because it was true? "I think a floramancer is a plant mage..." Ollie said, but couldn't offer anything more than that. The study of magic was never something he excelled at. "I could go whenever, I supposed, and teach you how to set traps and such for smaller prey. It'd be a bit easier to handle than a whole deer. The issues with rabbits and the like, however, is that you can't live on them alone. You miss a lot of nutrients or something, the sort you can make up with plants, though I'm not good at identifying them." He gave a sideways glance toward the self declared kitchen tool heir. If he was a plant mage, he should know what plants were good to eat and which weren't. He honestly wasn't certain if asking for his aid in helping the girl set out on her own was a good plan, or if it was one he could honestly managed, but he could offer after scarfing their food as a form of repayment. |
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| The Scholar's Lotus | Sun Mar 31, 2013 9:29 pm Post #15 |
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"And Pessach... What is a floramancer anyway?" asked Raina, the runaway girl. "I think a floramancer is a plant mage..." Ollie stated. "Yep, but I'm still kind of new at it," Pessach responded. "I could go whenever, I supposed, and teach you how to set traps and such for smaller prey. It'd be a bit easier to handle than a whole deer. The issues with rabbits and the like, however, is that you can't live on them alone. You miss a lot of nutrients or something, the sort you can make up with plants, though I'm not good at identifying them," Ollie started. He looked over to Pessach when he said this. "Oh, I can't really help you there," Pessach confirmed with a bit of shame. "I control plants, but I don't really eat them. I didn't know you missed out on anything by just eating meat. Hehe, oops. I had always just tripped up a deer with some vines or something and then stabbed it." The fire began to choke and die out, but Pessach quickly amended that with a fireball. Sparks exploded out from the campfire on contact, but it was nothing more than a light show. Pessach removed his cloak and set it aside; he didn't need it with the warmth of the flames. He then took his knife and stabbed it into the log to have it in case of some sort of attack-- the spatula was paranoid like that. "I think you should wait until an animal eats it to see if it does anything... unwanted," Pessach suggested. |
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