[She wants to take this damn thing off and smash it into the nearest cavern wall. If only snarls could be conveyed over text...]
—least... not... dead fish. ...unnatural. Stench- horrendous even in hu- Some... imprisoned for one thing or another below. Evid... other pris---- hunch our tar--- high security area, if anything over these.... current state... be believed.
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I hope I'm not catching you at a bad time. But after the... [A pause, a thoughtful hum and he goes with...] clusterfuck of our return from Akvos, I wanted to check in.
[Shapeshifters need to stick together. Clearly.] Let me know how you are, if you could?
[Well, she hopes he doesn't mind the sound of something in the background bubbling for the time being. Because witches gonna brew things and shit or whatever cliche she'd poking at this time. She sighs.]
That is one way to put it, yes. [Is that the sound of something grinding? Eh, probably his imagination.]
I am... fine. Better than most of those gathered here, I take it.
[Except her tone betrays her. She isn't broken up about it, no; she's pissed. At the very least, she schools her tone into something more civil.]
[Honestly he's heard worse and weirder. Though his curiosity is piqued, if nothing else.
But mostly he's happy to hear her voice. Good. So she made it back in one piece.]
Some people are taking it hard. I can't blame them.
[Barabas has settled on exhausted and frustrated as his reaction, and obsessively trying to make some shred of sense out of this to figure out what went wrong, what they missed.]
I'm all right. I always seem to land on my feet, even if I'm no cat.
How fortunate we seem to have quite some time, given our lovely host is off gallivanting with invisible friends.
[She's far too used to killing, herself. Mourning is something she hopes to never have to worry about; for another twenty or thirty years, give or take.]
That... is true. She's certainly inspiring confidence.
[No confidence at all. But again, there's only so much that they can do given that they are here at Astoria's whim. And how powerful she apparently is.
But for now Barabas won't start talking about insurrection and instead taking in that answer.]
Abysmally, considering the fact that the area I had designated and was to plant the seedlings I've thus far cultivated is under roughly a foot of snow. Thankfully I hadn't yet, and thus they are still safe in the relative "springtime" clime of my room.
Why? 'Tis not often I find others so interested in horticulture.
How very irritating! I'm glad that your foresight has kept the seedlings safe, else that would have been a lot of time and effort wasted by capricious temple weather.
I usually leave that to others, but I've worked in and hunted in forests for years. I know a few things about herbs and plants that can be useful.
Also, the apothecary in Faerun had a few ingredients I thought you might be interested in. Perhaps for potions, or other balms, as needed.
Not so much foresight as it was realizing the usual timing and deciding to keep them near my brewing station. At this rate I may simply transform my room into a greenhouse.
[wouldn't be the first time ANYWAY]
...I would be grateful. Considering where we tend to end up, t'would be a fool's errand not to accept. Especially with the limited healing capabilities among our number.
Hmm. You know, it's not a bad plan. Though perhaps there's a spare room within the temple that could be turned over to such a purpose?
My thoughts exactly. And since contributing to the gathering of materials is about all I can do for that, I'm happy to oblige. When would be most convenient to drop them off to you?
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—least... not... dead fish. ...unnatural. Stench- horrendous even in hu-
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[snarl of frustration]
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voice - shortly after the return from akvos
[Shapeshifters need to stick together. Clearly.] Let me know how you are, if you could?
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That is one way to put it, yes. [Is that the sound of something grinding? Eh, probably his imagination.]
I am... fine. Better than most of those gathered here, I take it.
[Except her tone betrays her. She isn't broken up about it, no; she's pissed. At the very least, she schools her tone into something more civil.]
And yourself...?
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But mostly he's happy to hear her voice. Good. So she made it back in one piece.]
Some people are taking it hard. I can't blame them.
[Barabas has settled on exhausted and frustrated as his reaction, and obsessively trying to make some shred of sense out of this to figure out what went wrong, what they missed.]
I'm all right. I always seem to land on my feet, even if I'm no cat.
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[Hi, kettle. She's a pot.]
The thought that only cats somehow manage to do so all the time is irritating, and considering I am only a cat a fifth of the time...
[Wait what?]
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[For him, well, loss is a part of life. So he's sure he'll bounce back.]
...how many shapes do you have?
[Please can he get a list? Or a flowchart?]
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[She's far too used to killing, herself. Mourning is something she hopes to never have to worry about; for another twenty or thirty years, give or take.]
Four, excluding my human shape.
[What's that? A list? Someone didn't aaaask~]
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[No confidence at all. But again, there's only so much that they can do given that they are here at Astoria's whim. And how powerful she apparently is.
But for now Barabas won't start talking about insurrection and instead taking in that answer.]
Four? That's impressive. Can I ask what they are?
[Tell him he needs to know.]
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Morrigan sighs, setting something down (mortar and pestle; she needs to get more sunflower seeds from the tray).]
Crow, cat, wolf, [Wait for it...] and a dragon.
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[But really. He just.] A dragon though, really?
[They had a bad time with a dragon not too long ago. Dragons are terrifying. And impressive. And ancient in a way that few things are. In his world.]
Full-sized?
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Why? 'Tis not often I find others so interested in horticulture.
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I usually leave that to others, but I've worked in and hunted in forests for years. I know a few things about herbs and plants that can be useful.
Also, the apothecary in Faerun had a few ingredients I thought you might be interested in. Perhaps for potions, or other balms, as needed.
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wouldn't be the first time ANYWAY]...I would be grateful. Considering where we tend to end up, t'would be a fool's errand not to accept. Especially with the limited healing capabilities among our number.
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My thoughts exactly. And since contributing to the gathering of materials is about all I can do for that, I'm happy to oblige. When would be most convenient to drop them off to you?
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[And now she's thinking of "making" an archway into said room. Shh.] Prior to midday would be preferable.
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I'll come right over, then!
By the way, I don't suppose you're in need of some sturdy boots?