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Quest salted wounds

#1

arête spyridon

"for all the things that you're alive to feel"

Sometimes, not very often, thoughts of Elysium would trickle through the chains guarding that box of memories. She would smell something that reminded her of a place there or see someone off in the distance who resembled another silhouette. An ache pulses in her chest each time this happens and today is no different. As she walks through the trees, she thinks on the happier snippets of time there; the sight of a winter herb drawing her back to the small garden of healing items she grew. She misses the magic that used to wind its way through her body each time she used to it. Fond memories of Shakaya tending the herbs paint a soft smile on pinked lips.

Of course, she retained the knowledge of traditional methods of medicine, but she craves the cool tingle of magic caressing her as she directed its path to aid the wounded. Memories can be fickle, however, and the negative begins to fight past the gentle recollections. Wounds too grave to heal, her old-fashioned methods not capable of restoring life to the two she desperately longed to save. She does not think their names, the pain too immense any time she lingers over them and quickly moves on. White eyes sweep down to the ground, to the bases of the trees in hopes of spying another familiar plant to bring back joyful experiences.

Arete does not spy any further recognizable plants and truthfully, she is unsurprised; the colder season here far more severe than any other terrain she called home. Frozen air puffs its way toward the sky and she contemplates following the wispy trail for a short flight. Or a long one. A silent chuckle lifts the corners of her mouth, the idea of leaving to find a place that unlocks missed magic one she is unwilling to explore at this time. The strange affection she feels for the Jarl of Arrhule provokes her into staying to explore the unusual bond she feels for the glacial man.



Name: Arete
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#2

be swift!


While the mare is lost in a contemplation beyond her natural surroundings, life continues on in the eerily quiet Redwood. The tall trees stretch hundreds of feet over her head and their naked, snow laden branches for once allow the burning sun’s rays to reach the forest floor. The underbrush is long dead, leaving only waning slopes where the debris of fall fell. It is mostly undesturbed, minus the tracks left behind by the mare.

But a small chaos erupts. A winter hare darts through the labyrinth of trunks with a red fox on its tail. Plumes of snow announce their arrival as the two dart into play. The hare sees the mare and her distracted gaze and takes a leap of faith. Foxes were smart, but fearful of those that could harm them... Without knowing whether this equine was of the carnivorous sort or not, the rabbit surges towards her. It leaps between her hooves, toppled through the snow as it trips over its own feet, before leaping beneath the unicorn mare once more. The predator performs as predicted. The sight of the far larger mammal skirters it to a halt. Anger compells it to angrily survey its lost meal a moment before taking its aching belly elsewhere. Deftly it leaps through the snow and away.

Below the hare pants, fork quivering with afrenaline and fear. After all the strife, it is only evident now that the small thing is injured. Small scraps, bleeding still, rake its side where the fox had almost claimed it. But even this minor of an injury could spell trouble...

Something is happening! Arête has initiated her Arcana Endowment quest! An injured winter hare survives another day on this chance encounter. But will this luck stretch to the wounds it carries?

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#3

arête spyridon

"for all the things that you're alive to feel"

The tell-tale sounds of a nearby scuffle draw her away from introspection enough to see a small creature launch itself in her direction. She peers down at the huddled bundle of fur hiding beneath her, noting the way it trembles and the crimson staining it. A frown twists pinked lips and she murmurs incoherently knowing the rabbit will not understand anything she speaks but will know her intent via tone. A gentle hum builds in her throat as she contemplates what to do. She did not see any of the herbs suitable for infection prevention on her walk and briefly she considers leaving it to heal on its own. What use am I without proper tools or magic?

Arete sighs before stepping sideways just enough to lower herself to her knees beside the shaking woodland animal. She smiles encouragingly, harmless warmth pooling in cerulean eyes as she looks carefully looks over the injuries. ”Hmm...what can I do?” Frustration strives to take hold and drag her back into the dark abyss the absence of her magic causes. It will serve nothing to dwell on what cannot be changed. Instead, she pulls a section of undisturbed snow close with her tail and begins gently brushing the rabbit with it. The rabbit’s body heat combined with the warmth of Arete’s muzzle, melts the snow enough to wash the bloodied wounds.

”I am unsure what else I can do for you.” The words are soft but an undertone of regretful sorrow trails the quiet tone. A flicker of power sparks down her spine and she gasps in surprise. The sensation is different yet familiar as a rush of warmth courses along tingling nerve endings. ”What is this?” Confusion wrinkles the space between brows and horns and she turns her focus inward in examination. It is reminiscent of skills stripped away by tangled roots; her heart pounds in her chest in a mix of fear and excitement. Azure gaze turns back to the rabbit, hesitancy sketched across her face but still she tries to strengthen the fading tingle. Please… Her thoughts become singular and hopeful while determination to heal floods her system.



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#4

be swift!


Tgat warm tingle does not fade with Arête’s provocation. Rather it grows, brewing and toiling beneath that absent, metaphorical grasping of hers. The earnest and desire felt in the mare’s conscious spurs another flare of tremoring seizes along her spine. A familiar sensation of the arcane swims through her briefly. The hare feels it, startling but not fleeing, as it stared wide eyed at the mare. Her kindness has kept it here this long, but this foreign magicka surrounding her is slowly inspiring a fear ingrained in the prey animal.

But its nose twitches and examines the cleanliness that the nare provided it. Could the arcana assist further? Was she attempting another form of aid? The winter hare tossed its gaze around, but turns back to the nightly femme. There is a trust in its eyes. Whatever this unknown sorcery was what seemed to buzz the air would not be met with fear in the rabbit’s heart, but encouragement.

Something is happening! Arête can feel the prickle of her magic returning! Push forward and perhaps it can be unleashed in its entirety!

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#5

arête spyridon

"for all the things that you're alive to feel"

The warmth spreading delightful tingles up and down the length of her blue-black spine is reminiscent of a single finger softly caressing tender flesh. The ghost of a smile crosses her lips, cautious relief at the returning magic filling every pore. She remains wary of the perfect timing and of the invisible force permitting its return; in her mind she sees crimson spilling down Tywin’s sides as he uses the cursed gift gained during his time here. Hesitation to attempt using it has her looking away from the trembling rabbit while she contemplates what her price might be for activating it. The animal’s motions, looking around, draws pensive eyes back to the freshly cleaned wounds. Arete hums a gentle melody, one that leaves the gaping hole in her soul angry and pained from remembered joy.

”Hush.” She cuts off the song for a brief moment to murmur quietly. ”I promise I will not harm you.” The tune picks back up and she lightly prods the delicate edges of the scrapes and calls for the foreign yet familiar magic with steely resolve. It is not in her nature, or at least her former nature, to permit harm to the innocent and she commits herself to this hare’s cause. If it means staying by its side until healed enough to fend for itself once more or until its untimely demise, Arete will stay. The moon, with an unyielding will, presses silken lips against the small creature’s wounds as she feels the magic heed her call. With bated breath and guardedly hopeful eyes she watches as the skin begins to knit itself back together. She prays to all the beings she does not believe in that this rabbit will fully heal and the cost of such actions will not be too great for her fragile soul to bear.



Name: Arete
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#6

be swift!


A melodic hum swells into the air, followed swiftly with the mare's gentle cooing to settle what fear is rising in the hare. At first it starts as if to flee, legs spreading to further disturb the Vinter snow, but it does not gain ground. It stays, listening to the tune while the air seems to buzz with a strange phantom sensation. And that feeling grows stronger as the mare draws nearer. Not only does the air seem to tremble with static, but now the rabbit's very skin. Was it from shaking with fright? Well, the poor thing was indeed but this was different. Where his side ached and pained him, raked from the fox's hungry talons, the flesh seemed to speak silently with the mare's bidding.

At first the rabbit was more startled with the hastened healing than when the mare had first lowered itself to him, but now... well... those encouraging eyes snapped back to her as the lacerations stitched themselves back together. Slowly, the wounds slimmed and slimmed until they faded, leaving only faintly stained fur behind. While the mare would feel hot, perhaps a bit winded, the hare suddenly felt energized. It sniffed at itself, whiskers bouncing and twitching about until its small mind fully wrapped around what had just occurred. It had been healed. Where it had sought only safety from the predator, it had also found a stroke of luck. It peered up curiously at the unicorn mare one last time before taking the first hesitant hop away. No pain, no tearing, no agony. Satisfied with the results of that singular test, the hare bolted into the forest, free to live another day.

Something is happening! Congratulations, Arête has completed her Apprentice arcana quest! All necessary items will be removed from your inventory.

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