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wondrousplace2022-10-19 08:27 pm
seaswallowed) wrote in wondrousplace2022-10-19 08:27 pm
lavai!
Don't spend long outside, Krile had warned, through a crackling linkpearl connection. Get your samples and get back inside. Don't take any risks.
Aisanka might argue that being outside, in this thick fug of pinkish-purple something forming dense clouds like low heavy smoke, for any length of time is probably a risk. But she's probably inhaled worse, and she has antidotes in her bag and Esuna at her fingertips, they'll probably be...fine? And one tends not to argue with Krile when she's feeling single-minded, even if she's hundreds of malms away and Aisanka could, in person, pick her up and pop her in a nearby drawer.
The hearts of the huge, pale flowers plaguing the Shroud seem to be the source of this...affliction, the stamens dense with the same fine pollen hanging in the air. She takes a deep breath and puts her botany gloves between herself and her target, clipping off a few of the things and sealing them into a vial.
She feels warm. Feverish. Even through the thick hide of the gloves, her fingers feel oversensitive. She doesn't much feel the cold, but wasn't it cooler than this when they left the cabin? She and Lavai split up to cover more ground and take a greater variety of samples; she wonders how they're faring. Maybe she should look for them-
She shakes her head. No. Back to the cabin; they agreed to meet there.
Aisanka might argue that being outside, in this thick fug of pinkish-purple something forming dense clouds like low heavy smoke, for any length of time is probably a risk. But she's probably inhaled worse, and she has antidotes in her bag and Esuna at her fingertips, they'll probably be...fine? And one tends not to argue with Krile when she's feeling single-minded, even if she's hundreds of malms away and Aisanka could, in person, pick her up and pop her in a nearby drawer.
The hearts of the huge, pale flowers plaguing the Shroud seem to be the source of this...affliction, the stamens dense with the same fine pollen hanging in the air. She takes a deep breath and puts her botany gloves between herself and her target, clipping off a few of the things and sealing them into a vial.
She feels warm. Feverish. Even through the thick hide of the gloves, her fingers feel oversensitive. She doesn't much feel the cold, but wasn't it cooler than this when they left the cabin? She and Lavai split up to cover more ground and take a greater variety of samples; she wonders how they're faring. Maybe she should look for them-
She shakes her head. No. Back to the cabin; they agreed to meet there.
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Lavai makes it back to the cabin first. While the work hasn't exactly been arduous there's something off about how they're feeling: hot, sensitive, a little breathless, with a surprising surge of energy that's left them feeling restless in a way that collecting samples of flora can't quite satisfy.
They loosen the neck of their loose linen shirt as they set their pack on the table, their shawl following shortly after to be draped over the back of one of the chairs. They need something to focus on — something to do with their hands, perhaps, beyond rummaging and clipping, and they hover at the tableside for a moment before deciding to arrange their vials in colour order.
Aisanka should be back soon.
They agreed to meet back at the cabin, after all, and if they've managed to get finished then surely Aisanka won't be far behind. As if anticipating her arrival, Lavai dusts off the worst of the debris from their skirts (they always end up stained and muddy after woodland explorations) and plucks a couple of flowers from their hair, keeping half an eye on the door as they make themself presentable for her arrival.
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Aware of the need to keep the cabin relatively safe, she stops outside the door. Sweeps down her dress, shaking out her skirt, trying to leave as much of whatever-this-is as possible outside. She takes off her gloves completely, leaves them on the doorstep to pick up when the dust settles.
The heat under her skin seems to have settled into a dull ache, a warm heaviness that's hard to define. Does the cabin have a bathtub? She can't recall. A cool bath right now feels positively necessary.
The door closes behind her with a creak. Lavai's beaten her to it, and the relief is immediate. Not that she expected them to run into trouble beyond their talents, it's just...very good to see them.
"We should have some strong words with Krile about what counts as a fair favour," she says, with a small smile.