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Post by Rhemilya_Vargo on May 27, 2017 17:41:46 GMT -8
Alchemy. Tailoring. Magic. What did these things have in common? Well, for Rhemilya Vargo who had been practically buried in books on the three subjects, it meant the potential for enchanted and magically imbued clothing. Sure, she didn't have much in the way of practical experience in alchemy or magic but that wouldn't stop her from studying it to death and giving it a shot. This weeks allowance had gone forth to purchase a mortal and pestle, various herbs and a a small magical source in the form of a sky blue stone.
In front of her lay a set of royal blue robes with flowing embroidered waves and water-like patterns up and down it in off-white. It was laid out on the soft grass in the small clearing with the mortal and pestle in her lap which she was currently grinding herbs up with. She had been working hard on this project for several weeks when her friend Lily had told her she was going to be leaving to travel. The girl was intent to send her off with a really good goodbye present and this set of ornate robes was the perfect idea! Robes that would repel rain as well as shift between her friends two forms.
Rhemilya groaned audibly as she slowed down at grinding the herbs, "Uuuugh! Nobody warned me that grinding up herbs would take so much arm strength. That lady at the herb shop made it look way too easy." She sighed and set it down for a moment, rotating her shoulder and wrist to relax them for a minute. She stared down at the herbs which had started out as a mess of green and blue and as they'd been crushed and ground down were now a shade of green with blue streaks throughout.
Blowing a few strands of chocolate brown hair that had managed to escape the neat and tidy bun at the back of her head, out of her face. She'd nod, "Almost done." She began to work the mortar against the herbs once more, this time a little more vigorously, she was intent to get the last bits done.
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Post by Rhemilya_Vargo on May 27, 2017 17:42:05 GMT -8
As the herbs ground down more and more she finally added a few drops of water to make it into a paste. She leaned down, sniffing it a moment and tilting her head, "Huh...smells lovely actually." She'd expected the ground up herbs to be a bit smelly but they really smelt nice. She smiled lightly and dipped her finger into the thick paste and began tracing a wing-like symbol on the back of the robes, the past adhering easily to the material as she traced it and a few surrounding runes from a nearby open book at her side.
Rhemi had always been smart for her age. Able to pick things up easily. She'd certainly taken her parents smarts when she was born. She hummed lightly as she traced out the symbols bit-by-bit until she was happy with how they looked. Then came two symbols on the back of each of her hands and a quick nod, "Well...it's now or never." She said as she set the mortar and pestle to the side and looked down at the robes. She'd never used magic before, but she understood the concept of what she was about to do. She had to draw on the natural energy around her and infused it into the symbols, they'd act as a construct to adhere the magic to the outfit.
In theory she knew what she was doing.
She placed her hands on the ground on either side of the robes. She was sitting with her legs folded beneath her as she closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. ~Magic was about concentration and feeling.~ That was the first line of the book. Since she had the ability to tune everything else out she did so now. Letting sound slip away, letting everything slip away until she was only concentrating on the palms of her hands. Her breaths came in slow, even lengths. At first she didn't feel anything, just dirt...
...But then there it was. It was like a heartbeat. A tickling pulse that flicked against her hands. While her eyes were closed she could almost see the flowing blue lines that flicked against her hands beneath the earth. It was like a living breathing thing. She let out a cry of surprise as a bit more of the mysterious energy pressed against her palms. It startled her out of concentration. She lifted her hands and opened her eyes. A solitary spark of blue travelled lazily along her arm and then disspated, faintly lighting up the area.
Well, it was a start.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2017 9:53:35 GMT -8
"Some are more sensitive to the energy radiating from the ley lines than others. Your blood sings of such an affinity, yet even you cannot know where it all originates."
A voice echoed, a bit distorted, from just a few feet. An apparition stood there, as if it had been there all along, a human shaped series of wound bandages that seemed to contain some form of raw energy that sparked and sizzled around its form. If her blood was truly as resonant with the magic she used as it apparently was, she would feel a slight tingling, effervescent feeling in her, made stronger as the figure walked closer towards her.
"Did you think to ask whether or not they wanted to be embedded into this cloth? The particles, I mean. No one ever does, but they also don't know that these particles are sentient and have a will of their own. That those particles resonate with particles found in your own blood is cause for wonderment. What are you attempting to do?" |
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