To Quiet The Mind
Nov 4, 2020 21:29:06 GMT -5
Post by Omorose on Nov 4, 2020 21:29:06 GMT -5
Omorose was used to being thrown into conflict and trying to resolve it. She was used to fast paced events and a lot going on. But after the whole debaucle with the mother dragon, and after adjusting to Raith's presence- both physical and mental, because having a telepathic connection to something like this was a whole 'nother experience- she needed some down time. She took the opportunity one crisp autumn morning to visit the village's library. She left her temporary home- an abandoned shack at the very edges of the village boundaries- pulling a heavy wool cape around her slight frame. She wore a cream tunic lined in rich emerald, with a dark brown pant underneath it. Her black hair was braided beneath her hood.
She hustled inside the building, quickly shutting the door behind her to escape the frigid cold. The desert-dweller wasn't used to the bitter wind. The librarian, a reptilian woman who looked like she was always grinning, glanced over to her and nodded. Omorose returned the gesture with one of her own while a shiver ran its course over her body. The Osirion felt like she needed to be insulated in this weather; she just wasn't build for it. Her gaze sought out the fireplace off to the right hand side of the spacious room. She scuttled over there quickly, giving her slight frame some time to regain some feeling.
Once she was reasonably warm again, she pulled her hood down to rest upon her back and started scanning the shelves. She was specifically looking for plant books, as she was trying to replace some of her herbs and oils that she used in her embalming that she couldn't find in the markets here. Hopefully, she could find a book of plants and their properties here. Thankfully, most of these books were in common- though there was an odd splash of a strange language here and there- and ever stranger, some other languages she actually knew. She was a very well spoken individual and had to be to help a variety of spirits cross over, and new at least a dozen languages.
One particular volume written in latin caught her eye. She plucked it from the shelf and walked over to a chair. « What are you doing? » The voice came suddenly unbidden to the forefront of her mind, scattering her other thoughts to the wind. She nearly jumped while in the midst of sitting in a chair and almost crashed to the floor. She caught herself last second and unceremoniously landed into the cushioned seat. Researching, Raith, she replied, as she settled in and ignored the librarian's quirked eyebrow.
« Researching plants? » they questioned back. « I can show you plenty around here- » they began.
Omorose tried very hard to prevent the chuckle she gave in person from translating in her tone mentally. Not those kinds of plants, dear. Still not completely satiated, the Opal fell quiet. The magus began to read.
ooc.
Just Making a Few Preparations, Insulate
She hustled inside the building, quickly shutting the door behind her to escape the frigid cold. The desert-dweller wasn't used to the bitter wind. The librarian, a reptilian woman who looked like she was always grinning, glanced over to her and nodded. Omorose returned the gesture with one of her own while a shiver ran its course over her body. The Osirion felt like she needed to be insulated in this weather; she just wasn't build for it. Her gaze sought out the fireplace off to the right hand side of the spacious room. She scuttled over there quickly, giving her slight frame some time to regain some feeling.
Once she was reasonably warm again, she pulled her hood down to rest upon her back and started scanning the shelves. She was specifically looking for plant books, as she was trying to replace some of her herbs and oils that she used in her embalming that she couldn't find in the markets here. Hopefully, she could find a book of plants and their properties here. Thankfully, most of these books were in common- though there was an odd splash of a strange language here and there- and ever stranger, some other languages she actually knew. She was a very well spoken individual and had to be to help a variety of spirits cross over, and new at least a dozen languages.
One particular volume written in latin caught her eye. She plucked it from the shelf and walked over to a chair. « What are you doing? » The voice came suddenly unbidden to the forefront of her mind, scattering her other thoughts to the wind. She nearly jumped while in the midst of sitting in a chair and almost crashed to the floor. She caught herself last second and unceremoniously landed into the cushioned seat. Researching, Raith, she replied, as she settled in and ignored the librarian's quirked eyebrow.
« Researching plants? » they questioned back. « I can show you plenty around here- » they began.
Omorose tried very hard to prevent the chuckle she gave in person from translating in her tone mentally. Not those kinds of plants, dear. Still not completely satiated, the Opal fell quiet. The magus began to read.
ooc.
Just Making a Few Preparations, Insulate