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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 10, 2019 12:17:23 GMT -5
Yoseph looks back to you and smiles, he actually seems happy, "Perhaps you misunderstood me Myst. It was you that shook me loose of my complacency. Without you I would still just be going through the motions, bored with life." He reaches out to take your hand, but keeps back enough that you will have to choose to take his hand. If you don't he lets it fall a few seconds later, "Myst, I'm thankful for whatever time I have with you. Much like one of your people saved my grandfather, you have already saved me." He squeezes your hand if, he's holding it. Either way he falls silent watching the night for a minute or so. "You do not cause me any pain Myst." He says into the silence, "I will treasure whatever time I might have with you." He pulls a book from beside his chair, "Would you like me to read to you? Like my grandfather did to me before I took up reading myself?" His choice of words makes you think that he knows about your inability to read, but after a moment you realize that it was happenstance. "I'm about half way through this one, but I'd be willing to start over if you want to hear it from the beginning? It's about a Prince that has to escape his homeland after his uncle kills his mother the queen with poison and blames it on him."
(Do you know how hard it has been to not use roller coaster when referring to his emotions?)
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Post by Myst on Jun 11, 2019 10:34:05 GMT -5
Myst refrains from taking Yoseph's hand. Her fists clench as she forcibly stops herself. She settles for smiling at him apologetically instead.
“I should rest, Yoseph. I am still sore.” Myst rises from the deep cushions as gracefully as she can, still clutching a wine glass that is mostly full, but she can't help throwing the book a curious glance. Then she murmurs, “but the book sounds like a good one. I hope you will read it to me soon?” Her voice entwines with the sounds of the ocean beyond the balcony in a perfect marriage of sounds. She gives him one last genuine smile before turning to make her way down the stairs to her private rooms.
She needs time to be alone.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 11, 2019 11:08:46 GMT -5
Yoseph springs out of the chair when you make to stand, offering you an arm to brace against. “Happily.” He replies simply to your raincheck on the reading. “Rest well Myst.” You glance back as you go to leave to see Yoseph with his glass upturned, draining the last few drops into his mouth. His back is to you, and just as you start to turn away again his arm falls to his side clutching the empty glass. He stands there looking out into the mouth of the Harbour.
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Post by Myst on Jun 11, 2019 19:28:27 GMT -5
Myst leans heavily against the stone wall for support as she descends. Her legs are still lethargic and are beginning to become unwieldy. The wine in her glass threatens to spill as it reaches the precipice of the lip several times but she carefully adjusts her hand to compensate. As she passes the dark main room, it's tables already neatly set for the morning, she gathers some water from the aquarium, wrapping it around herself like a thin blanket, soaking in its comfort for a few deep breaths, before returning it back to the tank with a wave. The climb up the stairs to her room has her legs groaning and by the time she reaches her room she collapses on her bed, still carefully juggling the wine glass. A contented sigh escapes her lips at the comfort and she leans back against the wall, sitting up and sipping her favourite wine slowly as she contemplates.
She contemplates Gecko's motivations; she contemplates Yoseph, feeling oddly guilty; and, she contemplates culture outside of Neptas. Despite her life being more complicated than ever, she is oddly happier here and the challenges are a welcome change from her monotony. She finishes her wine more quickly than she intended, her head spinning slightly as she leans back into the pillows and contemplates herself to sleep.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 11, 2019 20:51:07 GMT -5
You stand on a small dot of land in the middle of the vast ocean. You're viewing yourself from above, maybe fifty feet above. The water around the island is dark like the deep ocean, instead of the pale blue of shallow water. Three men form out of the water, each grabbing at you and pulling you back and forth between them. You can't see their faces, but you know them to be your fiancee, Gecko and Yoseph. The water begins to boil around the island, and from your top down vantage you can see that the boiling water is forming a shape you recognize instantly as Deep Sashelas' Holy Symbol. The boiling water is keeping something at bay, something with deep ebony scales, and horns that sweep forward in front of itself. You bolt upright in your bed, soaked sheets sticking to you. Your night clothes, and the bed, blankets and all are dripping wet with sea water. Glancing through your closed window, you see the first hint of dawn as the black of night just begins to fade. Boiling Water's Shape
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Post by Myst on Jun 12, 2019 10:39:59 GMT -5
Strange, Myst thinks to herself, looking down at the sea water that soaks her. How did I pull water all the way from the sea into my bed? She takes a moment to command the water out of the sheets and out of her clothes and into one watery mass. The globe of water follows her as she slowly stretches her legs, and makes her way to the window, pulling it open and breathing in the fresh sea air and watching the harbor begin to stir.
As she dresses, noting how much better her legs feel, she considers her nightmare. Three men pulling her in different directions. It makes sense, although she wonders why in the deep sea world Gecko was one of the men. He is handsome. The thought is annoying. Strange that Deep Sasheas' symbol was boiling and keeping the strange black scaly creature at bay. Perhaps it just symbolized the heavy reliance she had on Deep Sasheas these days. She had been lucky so far and it was likely his divine guidance.
Putting the dream out of her mind, Myst makes her way downstairs deciding to get an early start. She could probably mop the place with the sea water still trailing behind her. The salt would be a great scrubbing agent. At least it would keep her occupied until Madam Aceso's return.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 12, 2019 11:03:33 GMT -5
You head downstairs ready to set to work cleaning the dining room, but quickly dismiss that idea when you see that the water in the aquarium is starting to get a little cloudy. Opening the door to the front, you wash the sea water across the front steps and down into the gutter instead. That's when you catch sight of a hooded figure in the alley across the street. He steps back into the shadows as soon as you see him, vanishing into the predawn as if he was never there. You can't be certain, but that might have been the fellow that helped you home before you collapsed.
With your magic cleaning the aquarium is an easy task, but it is time consuming if you want to avoid disturbing the creatures that call the aquarium home. About an hour into your work you become aware of a presence behind you, and take note of Yoseph quietly watching you from the kitchen doorway. You were so focused on your work that you did not hear him approach, it was the smell of the steaming beverage in his hand that drew your attention. You notice that he has a pair of large buckets, and several cleaning implements on long poles set on the ground beside him. Apparently Yoseph was also aware of the state of the aquarium.
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Post by Myst on Jun 17, 2019 9:24:34 GMT -5
Myst closes the front door behind her as she steps lightly over the puddle of sea water she had just created and out onto the streets of the Harbor District. She tries to move stealthily toward the alley but gives up halfway across the street, realizing that the empty streets affords no cover (Stealth: 2 + 5 = 7). Instead, she strides into the mouth of the alley with her shoulders back and head held high. There, she sees the hooded man standing in the shadows with one foot up on the wall behind himself, arms crossed and patient. She never saw his face, but his stature resembles the man that helped her back home the other day. On a hunch, Myst says, "still following me?" with as much firmness and volume as she can muster. She is careful to remain in view of the streets as she looks him over, assessing his response.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 17, 2019 9:42:18 GMT -5
His arms uncross and abruptly there is a blade clutched loosely in his right hand, you take a step back without thinking, but the man only begins to scrape under his nails. Maybe a subtle reminder that those that wear the gray are not to be trifled with, maybe he just had something under his nails. Hard to tell under all that cloak. “Aye, that I do be.” The blade vanishes, without a twitch from him, and his arms cross in front of his chest once more, still completely at his ease. “Sometin’ I can ‘elp yous wit?”
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Post by Myst on Jun 17, 2019 13:02:30 GMT -5
Myst begins to form a retort, irritated at the man's nonchalance at being discovered and his casual display of power. But she holds her tongue and, collecting herself, settles for a slight purse of her lips to indicate her mild displeasure. This man had done her a real kindness and was owed some measure of respect. "I should thank you," she says instead, standing stiffly and glancing towards the spot where the blade had vanished, concern in her eyes. Her long limbs are illuminated from behind by the dawn light that creeps into the alley from the street beyond. "I pray that I may properly meet the man who helped me," she adds in a soft voice hardly above a whisper, more a prayer to herself than anything else. She seems to carefully avoid the shadows of the alley as she readjusts herself to try to get a peek at the man under the hood.
(Perception check: 7 + 6 + 1(guidance) = 14)
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 18, 2019 21:07:44 GMT -5
"Yous fishin' fer a name, or a looksie?" He asks, slightly adjusting the way he's standing to keep his features obstructed by the cloak. "Matters not, yaint gettin' either." He turns and begins walking down toward the harbour, and into the deeper shadows of the alley. As the first rays of the sun illuminate the mouth of the alley he calls back over his shoulder, "Me replacement's 'ere, so me shift do be over." He waves without looking back just before he vanishes into the darkest shadows. It takes a moment to realize what he just said. Replacement. You scan the area, and the only person you see in the vicinity is a tired looking man sitting on a stoop smoking a pipe.
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Post by Myst on Jun 19, 2019 9:18:21 GMT -5
Following him into the darkness would be foolhardy and so Myst says nothing as she watches the man recede into the shadows. So I'm being watched day and night. Myst shivers at the thought, glancing towards the man with the pipe and wondering if he was watching her too. She can't help the paranoia. She would have convince Gecko to disband his spies somehow. Myst sighs in resignation and makes her way back toward the Well-Groomed Pike to resume work.
Cleaning the aquarium is a joy. Myst ties her shirt in a knot up above her bellybutton and doffs her pants - as modest a swimsuit as she can manage - before she climbs into the tank. There she begins commanding the water away from small areas so that she can scrub them clean, all the while enjoying the cool caress of the water through her gills. The fish occasionally swim through her hair, which is fanned out around her, silvery blue, and moving in harmony with her movements and the movements of the water.
Myst is startled to see Yoseph standing in the kitchen doorway. Her senses are dimmed by the water and she was blissfully ignorant to the world beyond the tank. She smiles at him, swimming upwards and then commanding some water to aid her climb over the edge of the tank. Sopping wet, she lands lightly on the floor (Acrobatics = 18 [15+3]). Her hair covers her face for a moment before she flips it backwards, laughing softly at it's wildness. She commands the water off of her with a gesture and it pulls lightly on her clothes and hair before gathering into a floating ball beside her. Another motion of her hand and the ball moves up over the tank lip before slowly showering itself into the water below creating a lovely tinkling melody.
“Same thought,” she says softly, her voice accompanying the water's song. She glances towards his cleaning supplies with a gentle smile.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 19, 2019 12:44:39 GMT -5
The man raises his pipe in greeting when he sees you looking at him, and then yawns so forcefully that you would swear you heard his jaw crack. Your eyes flick from shadow to shadow, but the Harbour District almost always casts shadows surrounded by cliffs and walls as it is. Anyone with a bit of skill could be skulking anywhere.
Yoseph laughs, nodding, "Twice a week, whether it needs it or not." Does his face look redder than normal? He picks up his gear, and heads back toward the closet where the supplies are kept. "I must admit, it is a lot more fun to watch you clean out the tank than for me to actually do the cleaning." Your fingers fidget with the knot that ties your shirt up, revealing your midriff. It's at this point that you realize that you're standing in Yoseph's dining room, and your pants are hanging over the back of that chair over there. Yoseph's voice calls out from the kitchen, steadily getting closer, "Once Madam Aceso hires you on, I'd be willing to let you stay here for the cost of doing the dishes from time to time, and cleaning out that tank. Seriously, that tank takes me hours." The door to the kitchen opens and Yoseph steps into the room once more, but this time he's got his neck craned way up like there is something super interesting on the ceiling.
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Post by Myst on Jun 20, 2019 10:14:21 GMT -5
“Watching anyone complete your chores is more fun than actually doing them,” Myst responds, as if his statement were obvious.
Then she begins to fidget with the knot in her shirt and his meaning begins to dawn on her. Myst smiles mischievously at the realization that Yoseph is actually uncomfortable but does her best to hide it from Yoseph. She sometimes forgets how much clothing these land-dwellers wear day-to-day. She just sort of adopted the custom without considering how riské exposed skin might be to these people.
“I'd be happy to help,” Myst responds, making no move towards her pants for the moment. Once Yoseph returns she innocently asks, “would you please pass me my pants?” in the sweetest voice she can muster. “Is there something on the ceiling?” she asks, glancing upwards, feigning concern (Deception check = 16).
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 20, 2019 11:55:23 GMT -5
(Insight 18. Our boy knows what you're up to.)
"I suppose you're right at that." he says, his voice sounding a little strange with how far his neck is being stretched. When you ask him for your pants, he actually giggles. He looks you dead in the face with a smirk, "Are you sure you need them? I thought you were starting a new fashion trend." He walks past you to the chairs nearer to the tank, where he collects your pants. You do catch his eyes as they make a quick pass over your exposed flesh. Just a quick pass from toe to head. When he realizes that you caught him his smile broadens, but an embarrassed red floods his cheeks. As he walks back toward you, he begins to unfurl your pants. Taking hold at each hip so that they're held open between his hands. He takes a knee in front of you, and holds the pants out for you to step into. Much like a parent would for a child, but for some reason this comes across as much more intimate. Your calves brush against his hands as you step into the garment, and you can't help but feel the heat radiating off of him. Especially since you were recently submerged in cool water. Once you've stepped into both legs, he begins to slide the bottom half of the leg up past your foot. That's when the door chime rings out it's musical call. Madam Aceso steps into the room, while Yoseph kneels in front of you holding your pants that are only half way up your legs. She raises an eyebrow, and turns toward the kitchen, "Sorry for interrupting. I'll be in the kitchen making some tea, come see me when you're finished." As the door is closing you hear her add, "Carry on."
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Post by Myst on Jun 21, 2019 9:59:03 GMT -5
The laugh on Myst's lips abruptly dies and she blushes a deep red which darkens to purple on her blue skin. She quickly grabs the top of the pants from Yoseph and hops and shimmies her way into them as quickly as she can, ignoring Yoseph completely. Then she dashes towards the kitchen, as if getting there more quickly would make their flirtation seem more innocent. She stops and straightens herself at the kitchen door, undoing the knot at her midriff and dusting herself off before striding into the kitchen gracefully, with her head held high. “Madam Aceso,” she says almost reverently. Myst's face is stern and all business, although she still blushes and her eyes remain downcast in respect. “I am glad to see you. Did you find anything peculiar with the sample of water?”
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 21, 2019 10:25:28 GMT -5
You're followed into the kitchen by the soft chuckles of Yoseph, who is blushing just as badly as you are. As you compose yourself at the kitchen door, you hear him quietly say, "That was perfect timing." He wipes a tear from his eye, "Tonight perhaps we can share some more wine and laugh about this?" He stifles his laughter at a stern glance from you, but you can tell he's just barely managing to keep a straight face.
Madam Aceso is doing as she said she would be. When you enter the room she has three cups set out, the canister of loose tea, a glass jar of fresh milk and the sugar bowl. When you address her, she gestures toward the cast iron pot by the hearth, "Tend to the water dear." When you look to the pot, the pot itself isn't even warm yet, and the water isn't anywhere near a boil. "Your sample contained something acidic and something oily. Both of which do not belong in the river." She looks you over, clearly taking note that you're wearing pants and your shirt is no longer knotted. Then she gives you a sly smile, "So how are things going around here?"
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Post by Myst on Jul 4, 2019 9:20:28 GMT -5
I wonder if she knows what I'm capable of? Myst thinks to herself as Madam Aceso orders her to boil the water. Deciding not to reveal her abilities, Myst instead makes her way to the hearth and tends to it as best she can, thanking Deep Sasheas that Yoseph showed her how. Before learning to prepare food, she had no idea how to get a fire started and keep it going strong.
"Things are well, thank you for asking," Myst says politely as she works, though her face is still red and she seems just a little too busy rolling the logs in the fire, as if avoiding Madam Aceso's gaze. She then delicately arranges the cast iron pot atop the stove as she quietly adds, "Do you think the acidity and oiliness might make nearby fish sick or deformed?" Myst finally looks up at Madam Aceso with a face full of concern.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 4, 2019 11:25:17 GMT -5
Madam Aceso seems to catch onto your embarrassment, and drops the subject. “The oil seems similar to what one would find in an industrial setting. Perhaps lubricant for machinery, or a blacksmiths oil barrel? The acidity smelled of vinegar, which leads me back to a blacksmith. They tend to have barrels of each for quenching metal.” She holds out her cup to you as the water comes to a boil, “Neither substance is good for the local sea life, but in such dilute quantities it would take a very long time to affect them at all. Neither should cause deformations.” She takes her now full cup of tea from you, “If you want to investigate this further, I would search the area near where you found this sample for a blacksmith. Check to see if they dump their barrels into the sewer system” she sits back in her chair, and sips at her tea. You get the feeling she’s waiting for something.
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Post by Myst on Apr 30, 2020 11:54:09 GMT -5
"Thank you," Myst responds quietly, her mind racing and her brow furrowed in thought. It seems that these pipes and their oily contents may not be a lead worth pursuing after all. Wordlessly, Myst turns her back towards Madam Aceso and kneels, rifling through one of the lower cupboards, pushing some flour and sugar out of the way to reveal the health potion she had stowed there. Myst delicately removes the potion and carefully rearranges the cupboard until it is perfectly reorganized, using the time to calm her emotions.
Myst admits to herself that she felt a brief moment of relief on hearing the Madam's assessment; relief that the mystery is not solved and therefore she has no reason to return home to her stifling life just yet. That relief was quickly replaced with a pang of guilt and a stern reminder to herself that her sister and her people are relying on her. Now though, Myst is filled with resolve.
Having regained her composure, Myst faces Madam Aceso once more, the healing potion glistening bright red.
"Payment, Madam," she says humbly, offering the potion to the childlike frame of Madam Aceso.
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Post by DM-Delfon on May 1, 2020 20:14:00 GMT -5
Madam Aceso takes the potion of healing from you, turning it over in her hands and holding it up to the light so she can see the colour through the bottle. "You converted the reagents I gave you for your legs into this potion?" She raises an eyebrow, but your not quite sure of she is impressed or annoyed. She draws out that feeling by holding up her tea, and gently blowing across the surface. She takes a careful sip, and closes her eyes as she swallows the hot tea. Then she smiles as she opens her eyes, and the fear that was boiling up inside simmers back down. "I'm impressed at your resourcefulness Myst." She sets down the remaining tea, and stands up. "I see now that I made the right decision when I chose to hire you." She leaves that hang as she begins to pack up her belongings, carefully setting the potion of healing into her medical supplies.
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Post by Myst on Jun 9, 2020 12:21:58 GMT -5
Myst nods somberly when asked if she converted the healing salve to healing potion and, during the awkward silence that follows, forces herself to refrain from calling droplets of water to her skin for comfort. She remains standing still and clenches her fists to keep them from shaking as she awaits Madam Aceso's verdict.
Upon hearing that she is hired, Myst gives a respectful bow of her head and responds, "I'm honoured." She remains watchful and silent as Madam Aceso packs her belongings, awaiting further instruction.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 9, 2020 15:33:08 GMT -5
Madame Aceso only takes a moment to gather her belongings, her motions are sure and efficient. A well practiced routine, born of hundreds of house calls to patients all throughout the city. When she sees you looking at her expectantly, she simply says, “Come along dear. Let me show you my business, and we can discuss your duties.”
She waits for you to gather any of your own belongings for the trip, and then leads the way. Along the short walk to her shop, she asks you a few questions about your skill level, and the various situations you’ve been in where a healer’s touch was needed. Inquiring about your comfort level with midwifery.
She switches gears to asking about plants and medicines. You actually find yourself more knowledgeable when it comes to aquatic remedies, but as soon as the conversation moves inland her expertise shines through.
Before long you arrive at her shop. A single story building with cobblestone walls.Unlike the gray of the road you walk upon, these stones are a pale yellow. A red clay tile roof caps the building, and makes it feel quite cozy. What would be the lawn of most homes is entirely garden. Dozens of herbs and flowers are growing in clumps.
A shed runs along the back of the property, but instead of walls there is only steamed up glass. You’ve heard about such structures before, green houses you believe they’re called. For growing things that require a warmer temperature than the local environment provides.
Inside the building looks much like the outside, with plants growing in pots and baskets on every surface. Shelves line the small open area near the door, all manner of potions, oils and salves wait to be purchased with neatly written tags denoting the contents and price. Near the back corner is a proper alchemical work station, that puts your impromptu one to shame in every regard. The scent is earthy and strong here, strong enough that you can almost feel it against your skin like water in the ocean.
“Welcome to my shop, I like to call it the Garden.”
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Post by Myst on Jun 10, 2020 8:37:55 GMT -5
Myst looks towards Yoseph, a warm smile on her face, and purposefully strides towards him, grabbing both of his hands in hers and squeezing them. “I will still stay in my room here at night. This is my home in Clifton,” she reassures him softly. She holds his gaze for a few moments with her deep blue eyes before dropping his hands and making her way out of the kitchen and towards the stairs, her blue hair flowing down her back of its own accord, like waves in the ocean. It takes every shred of dignity Myst has to stop herself from skipping up them two at a time to gather her items, but the dance of her hair seems to make up for her withheld exuberance.
In her room, Myst unpacks her backpack properly, first removing the blanket she had covered herself with when she first arrived at Clifton and carefully making her bed with it. On the bedside table, she places an empty silver snuffbox bearing an inscription on the surface that says “dreams.” She even takes a few moments to lovingly straighten it, a wistful smile playing on her face at the memory of finding that box beneath the seas near her home in Neptas. It was a tantalizing invitation to the surface when she was younger.
With a few more items removed and organized, Myst gingerly rearranges her Herbalism kit in her backpack. She attaches her empty waterskin to her belt, grabs her quarterstaff, and squeezes the strange gem still in her pocket, feeling its pull. Myst then gestures to the water in the basin beside her bed, inviting it to her belt and it obeys, glistening in the sunlight streaming from the window as it twists and twirls itself into her waterskin like a funnelling whirlpool. She pops the cork back on and offers a small comforting pat to the waterskin before surveying the room one last time with a small happy nod of approval. Home.
Myst follows Madam Aceso through Clifton, walking to the side and a step behind her as a gesture of respect. Madam Aceso has to ask Myst to speak up several times in order to hear her over the din of the Cliftons streets. Nevertheless, Myst's answers are honest and succinct and balance humility for her shortcomings with a self-assuredness in her strengths. Yes, she had helped deliver children. No, she did not know how to spot Stevia leaf.
At The Garden Myst surveys the plants with wide-eyed wonder and breathes deeply of the scents. Her blue hand reaches out to gently caress a stray flower before Myst regains control and her hand hesitantly falls back to her side.
In the Greenhouse, her reaction is similar. Myst wanders, examining the pots and baskets and the salves and potions. She pretends to read the labels, though she is unable to do so. She doesn't respond to Madam Aceso immediately, instead focusing on taking in the sights and smells, though careful not to touch anything. She recalls the snuffbox in her room and the longing it had lit within her as a child, and smiles to herself.
“It is perfect,” Myst whispers.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 10, 2020 18:09:31 GMT -5
Madam Aceso smiles briefly, a look of pride on her features, “I’m not sure it’s perfect, but it will do the job. I just noticed a shoot of Buckhorn Plantain among the Arrow Root.” She shakes her head, sighing audibly. This is the closest you’ve seen her to frustrated. She gives you a brief tour, rapid firing names of plants and their uses at you with no chance of you ever remembering them all. Attempts to slow her down are silenced with a sharp, “Worry not.”
After the tour is finished, and your head is swimming with unfamiliar names mismatched to other plants medicinal properties you find yourself inside once more. Madame Aceso pulls a thick bound book from behind the counter. The weighty tomb is substantial enough that the woman struggles to get it onto the counter. She gestures at it, offering permission for you to examine it.
As you flip it open to a random page, she explains, “This is my life’s work. Everything I know about herbology, and the medicinal uses of plants is right there before you.” Each page has a meticulously drawn image of a plant, many of which you recognize from the garden outside. Information is written beneath, including how to grow the plant itself, how to collect the reagent, and what the plant can be used to treat. Near the back ailments are listed in alphabetical order, and the treatments of those ailments. With enough time with this book, one could teach themselves the basics of being a healer.
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Dec 4, 2021 20:20:13 GMT -5
"This book is amazing" she says as she flips threw it. it would take time to learn it all as reading was not her strong point at all but she would do her best to learn it all, perhaps yoseph would be able to help her with reading, Just thinking of him brought a faint blush to her cheeks as she thought back to what had happened only a few hours ago, quickly doing her best to conceal her emotions once again. she continued to flip threw the book for a bit, silently thankful for the amount of detail put into the book as it would make it a bit easier to learn the various herbs found on land.
" Thank you again for the opportunity Madam Aceso." looking up at the woman who was now her boss, she could only hope that she would actually be able to assist her and not hinder her in anything. Brushing her hair back over her shoulders once again as she returned to looking threw the book. the alchemy work station draws her attention once again and she is excited to work with it as her simple one that she had made in yoseph's kitchen was nothing compared to having a proper work station and she was eager to use what she knew to help create stuff, she would have to go back to the sea and gather some of the plants that she often used back home to help treat ailments and illness's here. But that would have to be done carefully as the secrets of her people were not to be revealed lightly.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Dec 4, 2021 20:35:34 GMT -5
Madame Aceso clicks her tongue, and closes the book, “For now you can busy yourself with watering the plants. There is a small well in the back garden. If anyone arrives wanting to buy a salve or poultice, the prices are listed on the tag. The coin goes in here.” She gestures to a divided drawer behind the counter. “Are you familiar with imperial coinage?”
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Dec 4, 2021 20:43:27 GMT -5
"yes ma'am" she gives a nod as she glances towards the gardens pleased to have a task to do. At the mention of the coinage she looks back at her. confusion evident on her face.
"no" she says and glances down a bit sheepishly embarrassed about her lack of knowledge of something so vital to Clifton. Having only been in Clifton a short time, her limited knowledge gave her away as imperial coinage was not something used in neptas. as they lived in secret so their coinage was different. Glancing back up she waited patiently for Madame Aceso to explain it, as she definitely didn't want to mess up the healers profits due to her lack of knowledge.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Dec 5, 2021 22:27:05 GMT -5
Madam Aceso nods, seeming to confirm something to herself, “We tend to get two types of coin here in Clifton. Imperial coin comes in four varieties.” She holds up a finger, “The Platinum Providence has carries the blazing sun of Pelor on one side, and the other side carries the face of whichever Emperor was ruling at the time of it's minting. A bunch of men you likely will not recognize.”
She holds up a second finger, “The Gold Phoenix carries the image of a phoenix with wings spread rising from a fire, and the other side carries the face of whichever King was ruling the Kingdom, in the country it was minted, at the time of it's minting.”
A third finger joins the first two, “The Silver Protector carries the image of an armoured knight with sword held high, and the other side carries the face of whichever Duke was ruling the city it was minted in, at the time of it's minting.”
The fourth finger joins the rest, “Lastly the Copper Penny, both sides of the coin carry the image of the coat of arms of the Imperial family.”
Her hand drops to her side, “As to value, ten pennies are equal to a protector, ten protectors are worth a phoenix, ten phoenix are worth a providence. We mostly deal in copper, silver and gold.”
Raising her other hand, she says, “The other coinage we sometimes get are from the Somerset Isles. They don’t have an equivalent platinum coin, but they do have copper silver and gold.”
She raises a finger again, “The Gold Galleon carries the image of a large, three masted sailing ship with square sails, and the other side carries the image of a island castle on a hill. This coin is heavier than imperial coinage and is worth about twice as much.”
Another finger joins the first, “The Silver Schooner carries the image of a large, two masted sailing ship with square sails, and the other side carries the same image of a island castle on a hill.”
Another finger, and other explanation, “The Copper Cog carries the image of a sailing ship with a single mast with square sails, and you guessed it, the other side carries the same image as the other coins. This coin is lighter than imperial coinage and is worth about half as much.”
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Dec 6, 2021 17:19:29 GMT -5
Listening intently she did her best to remember everything, though it definitely was a lot to take in, the coinage here was definitely different than what they used in neptas so this would definitely take some getting used to especially figuring out the coinage from the Somerset isles.
"I think I got it all." she mutters as she looks down at her hands repeating back what madam Aceso had just said though her words were mumbled and whispered. She seemed to be reciting it more for her own benefit than for madam Aceso. Once she realized she was talking out loud to herself she glanced up and muttered an apology.
"sorry" droplets of water had begun to gather on her skin with out her even being aware of it at first, as soon as she noticed it she dispelled it quickly before turning her full attention back to madam Aceso.
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