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Exhaustion setting in
Sunday, 8 June 2014 23:00I spent the day going over things, thinking of different ways to investigate the Fenrir’s problem, while I fished. I divided the potential causes up into several groups, including health causes, hexes, spirit possession, wyrm taint, and evil magics. The number of different things that could be wrong with her body is staggering, on top of what I know from the memories of Alec St. Jean. Dr. Alec. There’s something that hadn’t thought on for a long time. I wonder how he is. I wonder if he would have liked me. He was indifferent to Joshua…
Anyhow, the Fenrir. I fished, I thought, I spent some time scent marking things, and I took a nap while I waited for the sun to go down; It didn’t take long for Sapphire to subtly point me towards a Dragonfly jaggling to help on the mystical side of things. She was the matriarch of her pond, and seemed to have a fair amount of intelligence, so I negotiated with her to help investigate the Fenrir. Light labour for her, so we came to a reasonable price (making some places for her animal-kin to lay their eggs). I had her go to the Lone Boulder, and then I hunted down Neryarta. He was groggy, but some prodding later, and a reminder that this was his idea, and he came with me. I then sent a small spirit over to go tell Fells-the-wyrm to get her butt back here (Paid for in Gnosis. I need to watch how much I give). I had a little more time to study before she arrived.
( Diagnosing Dagny )
Kargamis showed up. I recognize it, from feeding it before, for Tail-Eater. It headed right for Neryarta, which was a bit of a puzzle. I asked it what it was doing, but it didn’t answer. Instead, it told Neryarta that Tail Eater wanted me to come see him as soon as possible. Oh, gafflings. Never change.
( Nicodemus piles a task onto an already full list )
He must have smelled something wrong in my posture, and he asked me again and again about whether everything was okay. I eventually caved, and told him about Memory. He seemed sympathetic, but didn’t take sides against Memory, or against me. I don’t blame him, he’s good friends with her. Instead, he offered to examine me again with his poor life magic, and see if anything’s changed. I don’t know if that’s a good idea or a bad idea, but I agreed anyhow. I don’t really know if I want to know anymore. It’s been… it’s been… something.
( Samantha and Silvertip totally fail to understand eachother )
Maybe Turtle’s right about me.
Anyhow, the Fenrir. I fished, I thought, I spent some time scent marking things, and I took a nap while I waited for the sun to go down; It didn’t take long for Sapphire to subtly point me towards a Dragonfly jaggling to help on the mystical side of things. She was the matriarch of her pond, and seemed to have a fair amount of intelligence, so I negotiated with her to help investigate the Fenrir. Light labour for her, so we came to a reasonable price (making some places for her animal-kin to lay their eggs). I had her go to the Lone Boulder, and then I hunted down Neryarta. He was groggy, but some prodding later, and a reminder that this was his idea, and he came with me. I then sent a small spirit over to go tell Fells-the-wyrm to get her butt back here (Paid for in Gnosis. I need to watch how much I give). I had a little more time to study before she arrived.
( Diagnosing Dagny )
Kargamis showed up. I recognize it, from feeding it before, for Tail-Eater. It headed right for Neryarta, which was a bit of a puzzle. I asked it what it was doing, but it didn’t answer. Instead, it told Neryarta that Tail Eater wanted me to come see him as soon as possible. Oh, gafflings. Never change.
( Nicodemus piles a task onto an already full list )
He must have smelled something wrong in my posture, and he asked me again and again about whether everything was okay. I eventually caved, and told him about Memory. He seemed sympathetic, but didn’t take sides against Memory, or against me. I don’t blame him, he’s good friends with her. Instead, he offered to examine me again with his poor life magic, and see if anything’s changed. I don’t know if that’s a good idea or a bad idea, but I agreed anyhow. I don’t really know if I want to know anymore. It’s been… it’s been… something.
( Samantha and Silvertip totally fail to understand eachother )
Maybe Turtle’s right about me.
