What Mel remembered of curses, that was what it sounded like. The corruption of life had been a primary tenant of her former life, one with far-reaching effects that even now left slow-healing scars and physical strength akin to a partially drowned kitten even now, months after her rescue. Though she could not conjure the link between these things consciously, there was a deep and instinctual knowing that made her hesitant to agree with him and ignore her base judgement of the circumstances.
She would need more information. His theory was sound, but with magic involved...
Her fingers had not forgotten Isuma in her mental ruminations, tickling fur and feathers behind the gryphlet's ears, her off hand running down her back and along the lashing tail, massaging the last few vertebrae before reaching to take the cup. With a grateful bob of her head Mel sniffed the drink and nursed a sip of the steaming liquid, scarcely batting an eye at the temperature. "That's unfortunate," the witch responded soberly as she rested one hand on Isuma's side, the other cradling the cup on the arm of the chair. "I would like to see this blight. Take samples, study it - there must be a way to stem the spread, or at the very least identify it."
She would need more information. His theory was sound, but with magic involved...
Her fingers had not forgotten Isuma in her mental ruminations, tickling fur and feathers behind the gryphlet's ears, her off hand running down her back and along the lashing tail, massaging the last few vertebrae before reaching to take the cup. With a grateful bob of her head Mel sniffed the drink and nursed a sip of the steaming liquid, scarcely batting an eye at the temperature. "That's unfortunate," the witch responded soberly as she rested one hand on Isuma's side, the other cradling the cup on the arm of the chair. "I would like to see this blight. Take samples, study it - there must be a way to stem the spread, or at the very least identify it."
