Oh, child.

The Dark Mage’s following reaction left Dwyer in confusion, features slowly revealing such. Did she hate the tea? While it was true everyone had different tastes, the Troubadour failed to see how such a brew could be that horrible to someone. It wasn’t meant to be that bitter to begin with. Tired eyes following Nyx’s narrowed gaze, landing upon the leaves in his light grasp. This only led to confuse the steward more. Surely she wasn’t referring to his tea.

“Not sure whose tea you’ve been drinking, but no. It’s actually rather relaxing.”

Then her request confirmed his theory. It was unfortunate she never had a taste of such fine tea. He wasn’t going to allow the other to continuously poison herself like that. Feeling quite confident, he’d gladly accept the challenge. Heaving a sigh through his nose, he took a moment to stretch before returning his attention to Nyx.

“Of course. It’d be a shame if you never get a proper taste.”

With his simple response, he began to pace towards camp.

            well he was certainly easy to talk to. among the others in the camp, none were as straightforward and simple as he was. nyx was used to hearing their excuses, as if that made up for their actions or what they wished to speak about. and there was a part of her that felt some of their stories may have been STRETCHED more than they let on. but the others just ate them up like it didn’t matter. the dark mage just wanted to hear the truth, even if it wasn’t an exciting battle-filled memory.

            upon his pace, she would follow close behind. it wasn’t like she was giddy to try how the tea was meant to be made, she was rather neutral about it. if the tea was good, then she’d be pleasantly surprised. however, if it was bad then that would be per usual. her expectations for the tea weren’t high, she knew it to smell disgusting and like the STABLES for the horses and pegasi.

So he was valuable now was he? Sure, he had experience; he fought an entire war after all before arriving in this one. Maybe Nyx wasn’t so bad after all. It wasn’t going to do him any favors to point it out though. 

Moving to the bush she pointed out, he peered at it. The plants in Nohr and Hoshido definitely looked like the plants back home. He’d believe the gods were just lazy enough to copy-paste all their designs in the grand scheme of every world for each realm they made, had he not already drawn parallels that this one exists in some form of his own timeline.

Whether that was past or future however, was beyond his scope of understanding.

“Oh hey.” Something else seemed to catch his attention, and he wandered slowly over to it. “These herbs right here, make a really nice tea. You can use them for curing sore throats and coughs, and supposedly they were used in many rituals and incantations by more superstitious folk to attune their minds to a different plane.”

            with her raised brow, she almost gave him the most insulted look she could muster. of course she knew what that plant was, did he not realize she was AMONG the superstitious type? all mages had a small connection to the gods, and ghosts, and anything of the like. how else would they be able to pronounce the words the books held in them? they couldn’t all be good like nyx was.

            ❝ and an overdose of it could prove to be fatal, ❞ she commented, wishing she had the book of herbs with her just so she could find the page. ❝ just as nightshade can help in SMALL doses with sleep, it’s a deadly poison that can turn your insides to dust. unless the cough is truly that bad – or the throat is beyond comprehension – it’s not advised to use that plant too much. honey and lemon would do just fine. ❞

            her tone with him was now notably softer, having him find one of her hobbies. just as much as she loved reading romance novels, books of herbs and such were good. with how many potions and concoctions she made, of course she had to be up to DATE with the latest in herbology. a small, delicate hand directed itself towards a bush with small berries on it. the leaves of the berries were more important however.

            still it wasn’t surprisingly often one of the royals, be they from nohr or from hoshido, came to visit nyx and ask her her one of her specialties. the younger one’s always seemed to not particularly CARE either, given that they were young and didn’t ever seem to want to know their future. it was their youth that almost always showed.

            ugh, out of all the people that could’ve asked for a fortune, it just HAD to be him. fine, she’d humor him for a second, but only for a second. her hands smacked the palm of his, barely giving her a second of his time before she pulled away. that was bleak, but not unfortunate.

           hesaid it, those dreaded words. nyx was small, and looked like a child,but she was hardly one. if there’s anything she HATED more in theworld, though, it was when people asked her where her parents were,like they hadn’t seen an orphan before. brows furrowed, creasingher tanned skin.

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     heavyboots shifted against the cold, wet concrete ground. a lit cigarettebetween the chapped lips of the woman. there’s not silence, thesound of moving cars and the occasional rumble of thunder off in thedistance. the woman, with her dyed pink hair and glowing cherry eyeshidden behind aviator shades that are completely useless at night.for some odd reason, she wears a smile on her face, though the reasonbehind why is quite sinister. on her arm, there’s a terrible gash,and the glowing of embers that were meant to be put out a long timeago. the opposite side of the alley lies a body, motionless andbleeding out. his life was taken quite some time ago.

     sheblows smoke out of her mouth, though not from the cigarette butinstead from the fire that always grew inside her. with a sigh, shetosses it on the body and watches his coat struggle to catch fire.upon seeing them actually catch fire ( with her aid admittedly ) shesteps out of the alley, looking around the deserted city beforesetting for home.