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Geoffrey grinned at Cecil, "Ya shouldn' 'old yerself back from speakin' ya mind anyroad." As they walked he kept trying to somehow see \if he could help Cecil carry the cart, but when it seemed the younger had it, he shrugged and kept his eyes on the people around them. He scowled right back at a few that gave Cecil odd looks, daring them to open their mouths and say something. Most just shrugged and went about their day and Geoffrey was happy to leave it at that. He whistled a bit as they walked back towards the inn and his eyes kept looking around. He didn't want any of his aunt's people to see him just yet, without him stopping in and saying hello. Part of him dreaded that, he may seem to love the woman, but she was fierce and always looking for a way to one up his mother. Being slightly lost in thought and his surroundings, he caught the tail end of what Nymira was saying to him.

"I do not doubt Ethan will throw a fit," Geoffrey said with a smile on his face. "However, it's better to have some way to defend 'erself. Make it easier for the rest of us, ya know? We'll tackle that when we--- oof!" Someone knocking into him, his leg at least. Almost sent Geoffrey sprawling to the ground. He turned to holler at what was probably a child, and stopped when he say Ethan, sweat on his brow and panic in his eyes. Speak of the devil and all that. Looking around for Amune he watched Wyth almost stagger to the group. Listening to Ethan talk he gritted his teeth.

"Slave trade," he bit out harshly. "Didn' think it'd be dis bad 'ere! Most people know how ta do in targets with special ease..." He knelt next to Wyth. "Drowsy from da looks of it..." When Nymira asked him to get Zander he nodded and took off at a run. "MOVE IT!" He shouted at the few people who stood and stared. He pushed them out of his way and took off for the Inn.

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Zander sat on the feather bedding, hand shaking and his head throbbing. What was he suppose to do? He felt the need to stay with these people, but at the same time he wanted to be anywhere but near them. His nose still hurt, his pride was in worse shape and part of him wanted to just pack up and head off from town. Throwing himself back onto the bed and putting his arm over his eyes, he decided that perhaps a short nap would calm his frayed nerves. Where his birth givers worried about him? Afraid he'd spout off how the Starsion Clan had fallen. On how his father stole sensible people from their homes, and used the Family Seals to see other ways they could affect the different races!?

Shaking his head, he gave up on the nap, and reached into his bag and started making out Seal Papers. Minor Healing, Sleep, and poison cures. The Papers were fully for show, he was sure Ethan and Amune had an idea as to his powers, after all he had flaunted it in front of them without a care. When had he lowered his guard around strangers anyway!?

He was so caught up in a drawing, he screamed in fright when the door to his shared room was cast open. He didn't even think when he threw the ink well at the offender as if that would stop them. He missed, of course, the sound of shattering glass brought his eyes to the person and a few choice words died on his lips when Geoffrey was talking and he couldn't hear him. He took in the other's appearance.

"What happened," Zander ask as he stood, and left the Finished Seal Papers on the bed and grabbed his staff from the floor. Geoffrey spoke of how he had a feeling Amune was taken by slavers. Wyth's condition and Ethan's panic. Geoffrey grabbed his bow and quiver and made a side stop into Nymira and Amune's room looking for the women's daggers.

"Let's go!"

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They sprinted back, Geoffrey's leather boots making little noise compared to Zander's wooden clogs as they ran back into the market place. Zander stopped to look at Wyth and let out a sigh. He was glad he hadn't taken any of the items with him or else this would be annoying. Taking his time, and putting the staff down, he knelt in Wyth's eye sight and held up his hands.

"You don't care for me," Zander said matter of factly. "To be honest, I don't care for your owner either..." He reached for Ethan, and dragged the man down to his side. Rooting through the back he felt for the item he needed. His hands placed the few jars they had gotten and scowled. Catnip would give Wyth the perk he needed to throw off being drowsy. He hadn't thought of that at all. "...one must have compassion and love." He gritted his teeth and reached for his pouch with ... He swore loudly. "Not a word out of any of you about this..."

He very gently grabbed Wyth's front paws, when the beast hissed at him he glared right back, "I heal people, not animals. Come here!" He was going to have a nice scratch once they found Amune and Wyth could think straight he just knew it. Closing his eyes, taking a breath to the count of eight and holding it for eight. He released after eight seconds and fell into his magic. It was the funniest shade of green. Emeralds mixed with pine needles. It reminded him of spring days and he could forget himself in his gift.

Feeling Wyth struggle a bit, he bit back a growl and poured his magic into unfamiliar territory. Muscles, sinew, blood, all glowed green in his minds eye. Opening his eyes he left Wyth go and without a by your leave grabbed the dart from Ethan and jabbed himself in the arm with it. His magic instantly came to call and poured green into the pinprick. His head swam for a moment.

Grabbing Wyth again, a little rougher this time he poured his magic into the beast. He was sweating from this sort of back and forth struggle. What felt like hours, but was most likely a few minutes he felt the drug in Wyth's system start to break apart naturally in the moorcats system. The immune system figuring out what didn't belong and starting to destroy the chemicals. He didn't realize his grip had tightened at that. He liked cats, really he did. He had one back at the temple.

When he felt something bite him he hissed out in pain and let Wyth go. "What was that for!?" He hollered at the moorcat. It hurt to unbend his fingers from their gripping position. He blushed when he realized why Wyth had bite him.

"Sorry... Wyth..." He looked away. "Should have gotten most of the drug out of your system, if ya don't mind..." Zander held out a hand for someone to help him up. His legs were sore his head was throbbing more and he refused to look any of them in the eyes. He had used his magic without a Seal Paper. He didn't care if these Magi cared one way or another. He felt tainted suddenly.

Spiritum

The only questions I have, I think will be answered in the OOC when it's finally posted up. So, I'll wait til I have something a bit more concrete before I ask what seems like a silly question. :D

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

@shylarah I take it if Zander tried to force Wyth to take something he'd get a ncie scratch for his attempt?

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Let the HUNT begin1!!! *runs the opposite way*

@Mogtaki you wanna go, or shall I?

Spiritum

^^^ What they said!

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BTW The door thing, is a small joke I'll explain. I use to play D&D, was the healer, rolled a natural one when i got confused. DM had me smack right into a doorway. The nose joke, is because i've got a large one myself and i've hit the door with it in anger trying to make a grand exit.... Just a little humor... >>

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Zander stood shocked staring at the little brat. Had he been that thoughtless in his order? His magic could heal breaks and fractures but the smaller and the less damage he could physically see, was still a stunt to him. He scowled darkly at her, went to open his mouth and stopped himself. He would be no more acting his age, if he fought with her. Huffing and heading for the shop door his hand was on it when he heard the woman call out to him.

He turned on his heel and cast a look at her that would probably have gotten him darker looks in return but he schooled his face with difficulty, "A Healer with a heart you say? I'll think on it, after all, I haven't the heart to put much thought behind such prattle." In a huff he turned, and smacked right into the door that was still shut. Cursing loudly, red faced in shame for h is "grand" exit being stopped because of a wooden door, he clutched his rather smarting nose and pushed his magic into it.

He pretended he couldn't hear any laughter, he pretended he had made a grand exit, and stopped a bit to the side of the building. Taking his hand away from the stinging he couldn't help but laugh himself. He was such an arse sometimes, when his pride was wounded, when he felt helpless and even now he cringed at hearing Mae's words in his head again.

Hadn't he started out from the Starsion Clan's temple, seeking to better himself? Hadn't he told himself to be kinder to these people he was travelling with. Geoffrey would probably ignore him once he found out, and suddenly he DID feel like he was Amune's age all over again. He didn't walk with the other two, but kept his eyes down and his shoulder's slightly slumped. He had shamed himself more than a door to the nose, he had a heart. For those he didn't know and didn't have to know. He went to open his mouth to tell Ethan and Amune this, but they too would probably call him a liar like that wretch Dimuran.

He picked up his pace, slightly and didn't really pay much attention to who was really watching, actions spoke louder than words. Gently, he placed a hand at the base of Ethan's neck, pushed some of his restored magic into the "leader" and drained more of his hangover out of his system. He didn't wait for them to say anything, he moved off to the side and headed back to the inn. He needed to make Seal Papers before they guessed his own nasty secret.

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Geo frowned down at Cecil, but decided to show he meant no harm in his questions, "I like flowers and sunny days as well. I like people, I like to hear stories and hear tales of their adventures. Don' look so scared Cecil, wasn' meanin' no 'arm by it... I know so lit'le aboucha and the others..." He shrugged, cleared his throat and turned his attention to the smith and Nymira. He went to help with the minecart but wasn't sure where or how Cecil, for as small as he was, would be of help. Waiting patiently, he turned towards Nymira as she asked her question.

"My bow is much like your cloak, M'Lady," Geoffrey didn't like accepting hand outs. "If it bothers ya so, let's strike a deal. I can get ya the branches and smaller lumber for the shafts, I supply those, you make da arrow heads, fix 'em to it. IF the little princess agrees to try usin' a bow to help to defend 'erself, I'll ask ya to make 'er one."

He wasn't sure the young girl would go for it, but he liked the little girl. She was full of life and energy. He liked her more because she wouldn't bow to Zander's prime and seemed to wonder about the world. It made him wish he had a little sister, that just meant being protective of her was where his want to teach her marksman... in this case markswomanship if she ever really needed it.

"She may not be a fighter," Geoffrey continued. "But the wee lass could use it. Get 'er mind off the travels, teach 'er a bit o'focus, ya know?"

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Zander let the other two enter the shop first, and followed at a slower pace. He was enjoying the fragrances coming from the few open windows and the light breeze carrying said scents. He took in a deep breath, felt the staff on his back dig gently into tense muscles they were slightly losing that tension. He crossed the threshold of the door and couldn't help but let out a laugh when jar pegged Ethan in the head. He couldn't help but laugh more when the old woman was Amune's height and pointed out the use of Aloe for burns and thats where he stopped laughing slowly and gave the woman a hard look. They others weren't paying him anymind, so he could stare at her and couldn't help but feel like they should get what they needed and begone.

Looking at the few glass jars with herbs and some with liquid with scrawled writing his let the scents waft around him and kept his hands loose at his sides. Slight tinges of green broke off from his magic, seeming searching some of the better herbs and balms. Healing magic was his main drive to find what they needed. Plants didn't exactly blend well but it gave him a bit of a heads up on what would work better with seals and the such. He put his hands on jars, and removed them quickly from some and let his hands linger on others. A few stray plants the woman had out, he stroked as he passed them by absently not really paying much attention to what he was truly searching for.

Deciding to make things a little easier, "Amune, ask the woman for scentless shafts of wood to be used as splints. See if she has anything of use for incense to help stave off bugs that swarm at night. Ethan get up and relax. Enjoy the scents of the workshop, they should deal a better blow to that pounding in your head." He spoke loud enough for them to hear and couldn't help but seem distracted. He always found himself relaxing more with vegetation around him, they didn't clammor at him for his time. Speak of lessons or of failures. Of disappointment or of secret love. They seemed to never twine around him either like they did his nurse-maid when he lived at the temple. Always clinging to her like he use to when he was younger and unsure of himself.

Letting out a faint sigh, and brushing another plant as he pasted it for what seemed like the twentieth,, but was really his second time, he stopped at a jar with King's Cure in it. Wintergreen, and suddenly he could hear his nurse-maid's voice in his head: "Good for the heart, the kidney's and getting food out of ya." He stared at it and walked it to Amune and handed it to her. He went back in search of other herbs when his hand stopped him at Basil. He could smell it though the wax paper keeping the herb fresh and the smell was strong. Most likely she had just picked this. Used for the lungs and sometimes if mixed right into antivenom. It was rare to find so much of it in this little jar. He knew his own Mother had thrown a fit when the trader had none to spare. Shaking the stray thought from his head, he brought this jar forward and thrust it under Ethan's nose.

"It'll help with your headache," he said as he turned on his clogged foot and headed back towards the smells. He wondered if the woman had a garden... She'd have to, but he couldn't see one out of the few windows.

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Geoffrey stood back and watched Nymira work the forge and the doming hammer. He tilted his head and watched amused throughout all of it. He turned to look at Cecil and let a smile slip on his face, "So I know little of you. Zander spoke of the other three but said little about yourself when I went to bed last night. Might I ask a little of yourself?" Yup, he still felt like he was chewing rocks but he didn't want to find out if Nymira would sock him for talking in street slang again. "Always wanted to get to know the people around me, and you may seem strange but ya look like ya gotcha self a good heart for all Zander says ya seemed unsure of yeself." He shrugged and watched Nymira work again but kept Cecil in the corner of his eye. He really did want to get to know the boy, who even in the early hours of the morning, still hadn't slept in a bed but sat on the rooftops without a second thought. He had noticed him when he had climbed into Zander's bed after playing the flute the whole night.

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Okay who's turn is it

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

I've got nothing