Of course it was raining, the night she decided to head towards his home to ask questions of him, after all, she wasn't barred from showing up when ever she wanted, there had been an open invitation at some point, and he had always encouraged her to learn; one of the reasons why out of all of Luce's friends and acquaintances, he might be her favorite.
So she had covered her flame coloured hair with a blue shawl, and braved the evening, and rain to make her way to where he was staying. She knew, or at least, she hoped, he was home. After all, he didn't really attend many of the society happenings anymore, and certainly not in her more recent memory, too busy with some problem. And this was one that she wanted his input on.
In the course of working on a much more in-depth botanical compendium, she had noticed that while the alchemical properties of Crystal Grace were known by those who made potions to make things work longer, but she was theorizing that it may also make things work better, instead of just making the effects last longer, after all, didn't better spirits keep one drunk longer? She'd explain that when she was out of the rain, and have her answer, because no matter where she looked, she couldn't find where it had been posited elsewhere, so an interesting thought experiment. And one she had no clue on where to begin, or where to experiment on, sure she could start to brew her own and then drink them herself and record her efforts, but it made it so much more fun to run through the experiment fully, in thought, first, before she took some of the money she had saved from tutoring and bought out the entire market of herbs in her efforts.
Arriving, she knocked gently on the door, three raps and then a sharp fourth, almost as a sending. A way to announce, yet allow him to ignore her if she saw fit.
So she had covered her flame coloured hair with a blue shawl, and braved the evening, and rain to make her way to where he was staying. She knew, or at least, she hoped, he was home. After all, he didn't really attend many of the society happenings anymore, and certainly not in her more recent memory, too busy with some problem. And this was one that she wanted his input on.
In the course of working on a much more in-depth botanical compendium, she had noticed that while the alchemical properties of Crystal Grace were known by those who made potions to make things work longer, but she was theorizing that it may also make things work better, instead of just making the effects last longer, after all, didn't better spirits keep one drunk longer? She'd explain that when she was out of the rain, and have her answer, because no matter where she looked, she couldn't find where it had been posited elsewhere, so an interesting thought experiment. And one she had no clue on where to begin, or where to experiment on, sure she could start to brew her own and then drink them herself and record her efforts, but it made it so much more fun to run through the experiment fully, in thought, first, before she took some of the money she had saved from tutoring and bought out the entire market of herbs in her efforts.
Arriving, she knocked gently on the door, three raps and then a sharp fourth, almost as a sending. A way to announce, yet allow him to ignore her if she saw fit.
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