Aguril catchall

[stopfen]

Who: Mikasa and open with some closed prompts
When: Throughtout the month
Where: Mainly in Aefenglom
What: Full moon things and quests plus some investigating
Warnings: Some body horror for the full moon and some casual parital nudity, will add more if needed

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[dirtdevil]

[ he shrugs. ]

He mentioned that, too. Maybe he was just feeling ambitious.

[ or maybe he wanted to impress someone? ]

Yeah. He told me that much, at least.

[stopfen]

[She snorts at that.]

Maybe. He wanted to heal my hand when he's been learning less than a month. [That makes her look at said hand, the bandage long gone. Like the marking, her mother had inked on her skin. Lost under the chitin which had grown during its last burst.] I know someone whose been here for months and only just learnt how to heal a cut...

[Needless to say, she'd not been willing to let someone with less healing experience try.]

...I don't like the changes. [Some of them didn't seem like much at first. Like the blades being shorter, less suited for cutting titans, more suited for...But her wings give another flicker, sending her a few small centimeters up. Then she fell again. Catching herself easily. Chirping as the urge to run started building up again.]

[dirtdevil]

Seems like something that'd do more harm than good if you fuck it up.

[ and yet, it is kind of tempting. being able to make minor injuries go away would be pretty convenient. he'll put it on the to-do list.

he watches as she flutters up and then back down. it's... weird to see, honestly. he's not sure how long it'll take to grow used to seeing people he knew as humans as something other than human. ]

I'm assuming they're painful.

[stopfen]

That's why I did it myself. [There's a snort. As much as she wanted to learn healing magic, to know how to heal instead of hurt. It was the kind of thing that needed experience. Even if she'd worked part-time a clinic, a took a few lessons in making remedies. Not enough to really help out, but she trusted it more than Jean's few weeks of practice.]

They were. [The weird pressure on her back. That had been a relief when the wings finally came out. Though, they were still a bit damp.] Now it just feels werid. [All her life, she'd had four limbs. Now, she had six. What is this? How do they work and move?]