He stuck the tip of his tongue
into the coffee, since it was already burnt it was perfect to test
if it was too hot to drink. To his delight it wasn't, and he took a
long swig, closing his eyes and savoring the sweet taste. After
wiping a bit that dripped down his chin he spoke up.
"If you like, I can make it so that you won't feel so sad... It
won't be permanent either, unless you'd like it to be." he offered,
knowing several recipes for emotion-stunting poultices and herbal
syrups.
He nodded and headed upstairs,
downing the rest of that cup on the way. After a few moments he
came back with a mortar and pestle, several bunches of herbs, two
vials of liquid, and a notebook.
He set everything down, flipping open the notebook to a page that
vaguely looked like a regular recipe, if it weren't written in an
odd language, that is. He followed the directions, grinding the
herbs into either dust or paste, depending on which and adding the
liquids last, mixing it all together until it formed a dough of
sorts.
"Alright, that's done." He said, taking the green substance and
rolling it up into a ball. "You're gonna have to eat this. It isn't
going to taste good, but you won't be sad for a few hours." he
said, setting the doughball down in front of
Patches.
*Patches sniff at the ball before eating it in one go. They had a
disgust reaction to the taste but they chewed and swallowed
quickly*
“That tasted horrible, blah...”
Glich:pffft
"It should kick in, in a moment
or two." he said, fixing himself another cup of coffee, this time
putting it in the fridge right away. "You'll know when it's kicked
in, it's like a switch, or rather, like me and my moods." he said,
trying to put it in a way that was easily
understandable.
"Yep, there it is." he said,
recognizing the shift. "Alright... Tell us about Emily. I'm sure
she'd be happy to know that you hadn't forgotten her." he said, in
a tone that would usually be considered rude or heartless, but in
this case there was no emotional tie at the moment.
”Emily was 6 when we first met, I was a young Kit during
that time. she loved to draw and helping others. When she has the
time we both go into a flower field and roll around happily. She
stood up for others, even if they are mean. But then, one night,
the Flegos, these fire like creatures attack the village.
Burning houses and people, I tried telling Emily that we have to
leave. It was to dangerous for us to stay. But she refused as she
went back into the house to save someone... the building collapsed
as the Flegos burned it. I couldn’t stand and watched, so I ran. I
came back the next morning to see the whole village in ashes.
I ran to the pile where Emily went in, I couldn’t find anything..
or anyone... I got scared and worried I ran away.. I went back to
the flower field to see If i could spot her and well... you know
the rest...”
"I see." he said, mulling over
his ideas. "Well, in that case there isn't mind I can do to help,
with Emily at least." His tone was dismissive. "I can however, help
with the memory, if you'd like to forget." He added.
I like how Glich is just sitting there
listening to Lu be a jerk and not saying anything.
XD
"Alright then." He said,
packing up the plants and such. "That's about all I needed to know
anyways." He added. "I'll be in out room if either of you need me."
With that he set off up the stairs, another cup of coffee in
hand.
Glich:...alright...
*You glare at Patches*
Glich:with that out of the way... why did you attack me?
“.......” *no response*
Glich:... lemme say it again.. Why. Did. You. Attack. Me?
“...your scent..”
Lu set the herbs and materials
on his bookshelf, sitting down at his desk and getting out a few
books on creatures. He was going to learn up on these 'Flegos'
while he had the peace and quiet to do so.
Glich:my scent?
“...we skitmins can detect different types of emotions, smells, and
personalities. Yours was a unpleasant one”
Glich:you don’t gotta say it like that...
“But it is true... you didn’t seemed like a good person... and
somehow I was somewhat influenced by him..”
Glich:how so?
“....... well...”
He looked through his books,
searching every bestiary he had and not finding a single note on
Flegos' or Skitmin. He closed the last one, letting out a
frustrated sigh.
After a moment of brooding he took the, now empty, coffee mug and
headed back downstairs, in a bit of a bad mood at his lack of
knowledge on the subject.
Glich:.. that makes sense now... so is there only one of you?
“.. no.. we can vary from different regions... we tend to adapt
where we live.. but I haven’t see any other skitmins but one..”
Glich:.. so what do you guys do?
“... we follow the scent and look for others to be with, we can’t
survive on our own”
Glich:Alright....
He stepped into the kitchen,
disgruntled and a little aggravated. "I can't seem to find anything
on Flegos or Skitmins in my books." he said, sitting back down in
the chair.
he closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, coffee wasn't helping as
much as it usually did... "Hey..." he began. "Is there anything
supposed to happen today?" He asked. "Like an eclipse, Supermoon,
Bloodmoon... Anything like that?"