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The alchemist chuckled through the bond. Mentally he allowed himself to puff up slightly, mental feathers rippling at this unimportant victory; the comical intent being something like a sphere-shaped and far-too proud chicken.
I will certainly try. It might help Phoebe in her studies as well. I do not believe I could affect the blight once it is in a body but...it is worth knowing. As ironic as it would be, that the alchemist had the solution to his husband's problem this entire time, fate would certainly not be so kind. That, and the complexity that was human life seemed infinitely different from the sort of thing he was able to do with plants.
The alchemist had never really heard of what happened during the spark-bird perch fiasco. Not in any real detail anyways. They took over, you mean? Remi prompted gently. From what little he could read of the bard's mind, even nearly a year later the memories seemed bruised and rife with grief. Even so, if it had to do with the blight and a potential cure, he thought it worth asking the Sage to elaborate through the difficulty.
I...do not know what the portal has to do with it. Sam seemed fairly confident that it was the ascendeds presence in the Greatwood and theirs alone that spread the blight. The alchemist hummed back thoughtfully. It was so hard to know what was mere coincidence and what was actually linked. Like having the pieces of multiple puzzles all thrown together into one box.
What!? The manticore tensed beneath the raven, his massive wings continuing to make minor adjustments to their flight even as the bulk of Remi's weight suddenly shifted. A cold and growing darkness reached out from the alchemist's mind like vast tentacles as a shiver roared down his spine. That is horrible.. But not so horrible as the conclusion the bard was slowly knitting together. You mean to say...the monsters of LongNight are the ascended? Or...parts of them?
Images of Sam, of Isla, of Rexanna and Bastien and Wessex all curdled into monsters, slamming their fists at the door and speaking in voices not their own flashed before Remi's eyes. Panic rose like bile in the back of his throat and beneath the raven's clawed feet, the manticore trembled.
I will certainly try. It might help Phoebe in her studies as well. I do not believe I could affect the blight once it is in a body but...it is worth knowing. As ironic as it would be, that the alchemist had the solution to his husband's problem this entire time, fate would certainly not be so kind. That, and the complexity that was human life seemed infinitely different from the sort of thing he was able to do with plants.
The alchemist had never really heard of what happened during the spark-bird perch fiasco. Not in any real detail anyways. They took over, you mean? Remi prompted gently. From what little he could read of the bard's mind, even nearly a year later the memories seemed bruised and rife with grief. Even so, if it had to do with the blight and a potential cure, he thought it worth asking the Sage to elaborate through the difficulty.
I...do not know what the portal has to do with it. Sam seemed fairly confident that it was the ascendeds presence in the Greatwood and theirs alone that spread the blight. The alchemist hummed back thoughtfully. It was so hard to know what was mere coincidence and what was actually linked. Like having the pieces of multiple puzzles all thrown together into one box.
What!? The manticore tensed beneath the raven, his massive wings continuing to make minor adjustments to their flight even as the bulk of Remi's weight suddenly shifted. A cold and growing darkness reached out from the alchemist's mind like vast tentacles as a shiver roared down his spine. That is horrible.. But not so horrible as the conclusion the bard was slowly knitting together. You mean to say...the monsters of LongNight are the ascended? Or...parts of them?
Images of Sam, of Isla, of Rexanna and Bastien and Wessex all curdled into monsters, slamming their fists at the door and speaking in voices not their own flashed before Remi's eyes. Panic rose like bile in the back of his throat and beneath the raven's clawed feet, the manticore trembled.
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
