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Post by Aislyn Redmercy on Aug 3, 2017 19:42:30 GMT
It had not been her intention to linger so long in Cendra. And yet she was still here. And she still had weeks yet ahead of her. On a referral of a referral she had met a young herbalist with an entrepreneurial spirit. They wanted to set up a shop but needed a hand. While they were a fair hand at potions, salves, and tinctures they had no real knowledge of surgery and there were gaps that Aislyn's knowledge should cover. So she'd agreed to help them for a time, assisting in the shop and teaching in the evenings. Though her time was well committed, some nights found her in the fields outside the city, revisiting her beast shape.
Aislyn had found it remarkably soothing work. She had moved into the attic above the shop, furnished as a small room now for her use. Surrounded by the smells of herbs and spices, oils and salts, she was rather in her element. The shop was divided into two sections- the public facing one, where anyone could pop in and buy soap or salve for dry skin, or tea or spices. There was a counter and some of the most common remedies were kept behind it for when people came asking. Then behind a carved screen there was a room for consultations as well as the work bench and drying racks for preparing everything from fresh.
Today the were-elk was minding the shop alone. It was her favorite time in the early morning, just after she'd propped open the door to indicate the shop was open for business. She perched on a stool behind the counter, a mortar and pestle on the surface before her. With a look of serene concentration she emptied carefully measured spoonfuls into cheesecloth pouches. A pin cushion and spool of thread sat to one side, so that she could sew the pouches up when she was done.
The process didn't require much thought, only careful attention. So her mind wandered where it often would- to the smell of cat under the perfumed scent of woman and sex, and the fall of silver hair against copper skin.
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Post by Lorne De'Verdill on Sept 22, 2017 18:49:44 GMT
But can't you see the sanity in my epiphany Let me cure these blackened hearts
Lorne’s goal at the market today was a simple one. She needed to find someone with knowledge of medicine of a certain sort and after asking around at some of the local stands she was directed to a building where the door was thrown wide. Before Lorne even stepped inside she was overwhelmed with the various smells of spices and herbs, odd tinctures that she hadn’t spelled since leaving her home years ago. Her people had worked with nature and took all it had to offer. Nearly the opposite of the people of Cendra who carved a scar into the land and then ran about like beheaded chickens.
Lorne would much prefer Oceane’s calming presence to these fools but given that her fellow pirate wasn’t aware that Lorne was even a mage it would have made things difficult. She was more perceptive than she acted anyway, no use in making her suspicious. Lorn was as usually dressed in nice clothing, beading-it was a weakness of hers. The dress she wore was adorned with hundreds of tiny wooden beads that hung from tiny tassels and made sounds with each movement of her slender frame. Her long straight obsidian locks hung loosely down her back and around her shoulders, starkly naked in contrast to her decorated clothing.
She would step inside the open door with a soft hiss of the beads punctuating her movement. Dark eyes moving briefly to the woman who sat bagging something with the utmost concentration. ”Good day.” She said pleasantly enough, her attention quickly moving to the various concoctions and dry mixes. Picking up a vial, sniffing a bag to detect what was inside. But she was somewhat at a loss for just what she might need. Deciding to be perfectly blunt with a stranger who would have no knowledge of her and thus little effect on her life Lorne spoke.
Her voice was perhaps a bit harsher than she intended, but it often was. Not looking up from yet another vial she was studying she spoke to the ivory haired woman. ”Have you anything that will fade marks on the skin? Scars, tattoos, the like?” A mages mark.
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Post by Aislyn Redmercy on Sept 22, 2017 19:27:10 GMT
The soft rustle of beads brought the were-elk's head up in the swift motion of prey who thinks they might have heard something strange. But her smile for the new comer is warm and welcoming. "Good day," she replies with a nod. She watches as the woman moves among the shelves, noting that she seems to be somewhat familiar with the handling of such things. So she bows her head back to her work, thrusting the needle through the cloth in quick, sure stitches to secure the pouch closed. There is an ever growing mound next to her and she drops this newly finished one on top when the customer's voice comes again. The albino woman slides from her stool, carefully setting down her tools as she considers the request. She scrapes her wild mane of white hair back with a bit of twine though she doesn't quite manage to get it all and then steps from behind the counter.
"It really depends on the kind of mark. The process of fading a tattoo can be a slower and more painful process than simply trying to soften or reduce a scar. If you could tell me more I might be able to give you more specific options." She hesitates a beat, then continues. "If you can't or would rather not, we can go over all your options and you can decide what suits your needs best."
She can't help but admire the beaded dress as she spoke. Aislyn's own clothing was brightly colored, some fabric printed wildly with shades of blue, green, and yellow. It was tied and belt to cover her but it showed a lot of pale, bare leg and arm. Her feet were equally bare on the well swept floor. She adjusted some of the items displayed on a nearby shelf, close enough that they could converse easily but trying to give the other woman some space and perhaps privacy to decide what she wanted to do. "Scars are fairly easy, they just take time and care though they may never go away completely."
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Post by Lorne De'Verdill on Sept 22, 2017 19:53:05 GMT
But can't you see the sanity in my epiphany Let me cure these blackened hearts
Movement in the corner of her eys drew her attention but Lorne didn’t immediately turn to the presumed shop owner. Not perceiving her as a threat. She took her time and sat down the small bag she has been eyeing before turning to the pale skinned woman. Her own arms would cross loosely over her stomach. Fingers idly toying with one of the heavy bracelets that circled her thin wrist. It wasn’t unusual to see all varieties of people in these lands, their humanoids could look very different from one another. But an albino, she couldn’t recall seeing anyone lacking all pigment. It was intriguing, the way her irises shown pink and Lorne wondered if it was just the blood that pooled there that gave them that quality.
But now wasn’t the time to let her curiosity distract her, she was here on a mission after all. ”A mages mark.” She clarified. Her dark eyes watching closely for any sign of judgement in the woman’s eyes. There was something…not human about her but Lorne wasn’t perceptive enough to discern more. ”I need to find a way to fade it or perhaps hide it in a way other than clothing.” Her gaze briefly moved to the pile of small bags that were neatly sewn shut, her lips pursing in thought.
”It’s probably a long shot I’m aware. But my current….employer isn’t really mage friendly.” She gave no more elaboration. Her long fingers would move over the tiny marks on her skin, outlets for her experimentation. A few of her childhood companions would bare them as well, the ones that still lived anyway. ”So do you think you can help me? Or am I a hopeless cause?” An almost teasing smirk came to her lips then, her dark eyes moving back to the pale woman in almost a dare.
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Post by Aislyn Redmercy on Sept 22, 2017 20:26:48 GMT
Ah, there. She was out with it. Aislyn paused at the mention of a mage's mark and turned to face her client, considering her. There was no judgement in her gaze, only gentle curiosity. She was unarmed today, comfortable in the safety of the shop and her ability to handle herself in such confines. One hand lifted, a finger tapping her lower lip thoughtfully. She didn't know much about how a mage's mark might differ from a normal tattoo of ink and scar tissue.
The teasing caught her off guard, made her pause. She dropped her eyes, almost shyly, but her lips curled in a little smirk at the challenge. "Oh, I've never met a hopeless cause. The result just isn't always what's expected." She huffed a soft laugh and shook her head, beckoning the woman to follow her towards the counter. "I don't know much about mage's marks, besides that they have them. It might take some experimenting if you are open to such a thing. For a normal tattoo, a combination of abrasion and certain herbs and oils can help to remove the stained skin, but that only work if there is unstained skin underneath. It also hurts. There are some salves that might fade the ink some, but I've never found them to be terribly effective unless the tattoo is very small or already quite faded."
She stepped behind the counter, poking through the vast array of drawers and shelves behind it. "In the end, I think it depends on how badly you want it gone. Hide it with clothing or perhaps cosmetics- I could make something that would match your skin tone. But if the concern is very great, I would suggest trying abrasion. It usually takes several treatments but we should be able to tell if it is fading after the first one."
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Post by Lorne De'Verdill on Sept 22, 2017 21:20:41 GMT
But can't you see the sanity in my epiphany Let me cure these blackened hearts
The woman's eyes who glimmered like rose quartz turned down and for a moment Lorne wondered if she had overstepped a line. If perhaps she was one of those timid souls who couldn't handle a jest. But instead of feeling bad about her tease she felt almost...annoyed that her words would be taken badly. That feeling was fleeting as the curl of the woman's lips revealed that she might not be some wilting flower but rather had a softer strength beneath the timid surface. "I am not sure how to describe it really, it is a birthmark but as for if it would run deeper than a normal tattoo I do now know. And it is not a small mark or I wouldn't have an issue in the first place." Lorne's gaze drifted away from the stranger as she spoke but a wry smile came to her lips at the mention of experiments and pain. "Sounds right up my alley." She said cryptically and followed the pale woman to the counter that she would lean on with her elbows as she searched. "I'm around water often, so anything concealing it would need to be waterproof. The location has been an issue with clothing. I don't always like being covered as much as I need to be to keep it hidden. But if you think you could make some substance that could cover it I would prefer to keep it. I'm not ashamed of what I am just having it so....obvious is inconvenient right now."She took a few steps until she was nearly behind the counter as well, up alongside it. Dark eyes flicking to the door to check for other customers before she reached down to pull her beaded dress upward. The movement could be seen as crude perhaps by some but Lorne had little shame for her body even if she was striving to keep part of it secret. The shopkeep was baring a good amount of skin as well so she didn't think that she would be too offended. To know what she was working with she needed to see it anyway. Lorne lifted her dress upward until it was above her belly button. She was wearing underwear, of course, that would obscure the mages mark a bit. But curving over the crest of each his was a very distinct large mark on each side. The oranges and yellows blended somewhat with her dark skin but the black was still readily apparent. "You think you can cover them?" She ask with a small frown, twisting her hips to observe the marks herself.
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Post by Aislyn Redmercy on Oct 2, 2017 17:05:03 GMT
Aislyn didn't really notice what the other woman was doing, her back turned as she gathered a few things and set them aside on the counter. Only the whisper and rattle of beads warned her and when she looked she couldn't help but stare for a moment. It wasn't that Aislyn wasn't used to seeing naked bodies. Nor, in fact, was she particularly modest. But the suddenness of it and the loveliness of the lines that decorated her skin took the were-elk's breath away. Without thinking about it she reached out to brush a fingertip along one of the curves of brilliant orange, featherlight before she drew her hand back.
"Stunning," she breathed. She looked away for a moment, not precisely embarrassed but realizing she'd stepped outside of the social boundaries that people in the city considered acceptable. "It won't be perfectly waterproof but I think I can put together something that will stay put so long as you don't go scrubbing at it. Would you mind stepping into the back? It'll be easier to do while you are still here so I can get the color right." She gestured towards the curtained area at the back. The curtain was half drawn, but didn't quite hide the airy workroom full of drying herbs. Then the were-elk slipped by to got to the door of the shop, swinging it closed and hanging a small sign that indicated the apothecary was busy.
"Oh, I'm Aislyn. I don't think I caught your name earlier?" She paused at the counter to pick up the things she needed from the front- the rest of what she wanted was in the work room she thought.
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Post by Lorne De'Verdill on Oct 5, 2017 4:43:55 GMT
Lorne wasn't certain if she would consider the mark on each of her hips as stunning but she wasn't about to argue. Tingles moved over her skin where the were had touched her. Lorne was by no means an innocent sort of woman, it spoke of her character that the thoughts that came to mind were less than appropriate. All too soon she pulled away but her words were reassuring and Lorne nodded before letting her dress fall back down to cover her tanned skin. "It sounds like its worth a try." She headed to the curtain then, twisting her body as to not need to push it open any further and slipped into the back room.
She was greeted by the scent of drying herbs of all kinds. It was rather comforting really, familiar. Her mother had been quite the herbalist. Lorne in hindsight should have paid more attention. But much of her time was devoted to discovering the limits of her own magic. Lorne often skirted a line that would make some people uncomfortable. Acting as if the room were entirely familiar to her Lorne hopped up on one of the tables and crossed her legs. Propping her elbows on her knees she leaned forward and let her fingers slip through her silky obsidian locks.
The pale woman's voice drifted to her and Lorne leaned forward more in an attempt to see her through the half-open curtain. "I didn't give it, but its Lorne." There was a brief pause before she spoke again. "Aislyn, hmm...that hardly sounds like a human name." Or if it were the woman had a very exotic name for a human. They liked to reuse names a lot, recycle. As if a name really meant anything.
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Post by Aislyn Redmercy on Oct 5, 2017 14:30:37 GMT
Arms full, the were-elk slipped behind the curtain, a slight smile on her face. She set her things down, carefully organizing the ingredients and tools she had collected into a neat work space on the table next to the mage. It didn't occur to her that it would perhaps put her in the other woman's personal space. "It is not in common use among them, I think. I am a were." Aislyn had never hidden what she was- perhaps a folly, given that there were rumors in the streets of weres attacking some ball the king had thrown recently. Her contract with the young apothecary who owned the business was almost up and she would be glad to be gone. Go back to her mountains and her woods and her solitude.
She kept her hands busy and her eyes down as she added things to the mortar, pausing to crush and mix and peer critically at it now and then. There was something very soothing about practicing her craft. She occasionally glanced at the woman sitting on the table next to her. "If I may ask, what is it that you do, Lorne?"
Originally her thought had been to make a stain, but that wouldn't do to cover the darker marks. She paused for a moment, catching her bottom lip between her teeth in thought. Then she moved to one of the shelves, reaching up to bring down a dark jar from the topmost shelf. It was rather large, the glass dark, and she wrinkled her nose a little as she pride out the cork stopper and measured a little into the mortar. The smell was not so strong to Lorne's more human nose, a little acrid and earthy. Pleased with that, she close the jar again and continued working the mixture until she had a smooth, thin paste.
"Let's see how I've done with the color. It will stain and discolor the skin a little, so the lighter colors will be covered more thoroughly. If you choose to stop using it, it will likely take a few days for the color to fade completely."
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Post by Lorne De'Verdill on Oct 8, 2017 8:23:33 GMT
Lorne having been born and raised in Mirthal wasn't nearly as conscious of her personal space as many mages. It hadn't been such a big issue there. Nothing really was. One could literally get away with murder with no repercussions. And she had. She looked over when Aislyn dropped an assortment of ingredients on the table beside her. Dark fingers sliding over this and that, wanting that tactile feeling beneath her fingertips. "A were?" She parroted with obvious interest. Weres were lovely in that that healed so quickly, small wounds were nothing to them. A small bloodletting not enough to make them feel weak at all. Not to mention that some of them had a more animalistic quality to their personalities that she found refreshing. Aislyn seemed rather tame on that front, at least from first impressions.
She watched as the pale woman worked, crushing this and that with small crunching and crinkling sounds. At her question a single caramel shoulder rose in a shrug of sorts. "Depends on what mood I'm in. But the reason for the cover is as I'm part of a ship crew. They aren't so welcoming to my kind." Lorne had, like everyone else, heard rumors of what happened in Emberi. But to her it sounded like a twisted set up and not an accident. She didn't really blame anyone...yet. But the humans had certainly earned the most scrutiny.
She looked over when Aislyn reached up for a dark bottle of some sort. Taking little note of the earthy smell that tickled her nose she continued to watch the woman work. The instructions were simple enough and Lorne nodded to show she understood. Shifting on the table so that one of her hips would be more easily reached she wriggled until she could hold her dress up and out of the way. The tin band of her undergarments might be in the way as well but she would move that only if Aislyn requested her to do so.
"You're a lifesaver." She commented before the mixture was even on her skin. The woman seemed to know her craft and Lorne trusted she wouldn't be disappointed.
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