A place to relax. Liyana loves to comes to the park and plan. It provides enough space and peace to brainstorm for her next experiment.
"I should experiment with pine," she thought. It seemed odd that she had not tried this yet. Pine was perhaps the most common plant in Avanthal, and still she had not tried it as a philter ingredient.
"Perhaps It'll add some flavor like that of its seeds. What physiological effects would it have, however, if concentrated?" Philtering often concludes to just that: amplifying a present effect.
She kept walking under the arches, her boot scrunching against the snow. She took her glove off to touch a sculpture's texture. A seal.
"If I am not mistaken," she thought," I must be getting close to the Frostfawn section. Their section usually has more sculptures of animals, and even some equipment left over for trainers and friends of animals to use.
"How far would the Frostfawns' devotion to their animals lead them? What if it becomes a nuisance to other holds?" The trainers consider the animals family members.
"Some animals are venomous. Fish, frogs, and even birds, not to mention snakes and various insects."
Next she found herself thinking about whether she could manipulate poison with philtering as well. If positive effects can be controlled, why not the negative? Would it be possible to create antidotes for the created products? Perhaps they can be used for hunting large game more effectively. She smiled when she imagined a tiny needle coated with her philter pricking a mammoth and bringing him down.
She sighed. When had she become so careless as to think of animals as mere "things" to harvest, instead of caring for their feelings and graceful beauty? She could consider this progress towards a broader perspective, but she feared her becoming too jaded.
She looked around the chairs of logs and stumps until she found a good spot. She sat cross-legged and closed her eyes. She inhaled and exhaled slowly and allowed her mind to wander, but always keeping it in check, ready to spring at any idea related to her goal: new philtering experiments.
In the past she had only cared to create food flavorings as philters. She still does, although she has not passed by the Tasty Flakes in some time. "Perhaps they miss the flavor tests I had often prepared for them to try." Often these days she was more a herbalist then a cook.
The breeze caressed her cheek and hair. Blossom scents tickled her nostrils.
"I should experiment with pine," she thought. It seemed odd that she had not tried this yet. Pine was perhaps the most common plant in Avanthal, and still she had not tried it as a philter ingredient.
"Perhaps It'll add some flavor like that of its seeds. What physiological effects would it have, however, if concentrated?" Philtering often concludes to just that: amplifying a present effect.
She kept walking under the arches, her boot scrunching against the snow. She took her glove off to touch a sculpture's texture. A seal.
"If I am not mistaken," she thought," I must be getting close to the Frostfawn section. Their section usually has more sculptures of animals, and even some equipment left over for trainers and friends of animals to use.
"How far would the Frostfawns' devotion to their animals lead them? What if it becomes a nuisance to other holds?" The trainers consider the animals family members.
"Some animals are venomous. Fish, frogs, and even birds, not to mention snakes and various insects."
Next she found herself thinking about whether she could manipulate poison with philtering as well. If positive effects can be controlled, why not the negative? Would it be possible to create antidotes for the created products? Perhaps they can be used for hunting large game more effectively. She smiled when she imagined a tiny needle coated with her philter pricking a mammoth and bringing him down.
She sighed. When had she become so careless as to think of animals as mere "things" to harvest, instead of caring for their feelings and graceful beauty? She could consider this progress towards a broader perspective, but she feared her becoming too jaded.
She looked around the chairs of logs and stumps until she found a good spot. She sat cross-legged and closed her eyes. She inhaled and exhaled slowly and allowed her mind to wander, but always keeping it in check, ready to spring at any idea related to her goal: new philtering experiments.
In the past she had only cared to create food flavorings as philters. She still does, although she has not passed by the Tasty Flakes in some time. "Perhaps they miss the flavor tests I had often prepared for them to try." Often these days she was more a herbalist then a cook.
The breeze caressed her cheek and hair. Blossom scents tickled her nostrils.
OOCFeel free to do whatever.