( CLOSED ) where the fields are painted gold

[gynvael]

Who: Geralt + Various
When: October // Octeuril
Where: Aefenglom
What: Quests, events, etc.
Warnings: none yet

[ prompts in comments. find me at discontinued for plotting. ]

Comments

[gynvael]

Stranger than feasting gourds?

[ Fair enough. Guess he'll let her take care of it. It's irritating his own signs have no effect here. As much as he's grown used to it, it's still a part of his arsenal that's permanently missing.

He leaves the toothy gourds, but a few of the severed vines go in his pocket. If there's one thing he's learned, it's that plenty of researchers exist around these parts. They like their odds and ends.

Straightening up, Geralt tips his head: an invitation for her to get started. He follows along to keep an eye out. In theory, the vines will burn. Simple. But there's every possibility they'll sense a threat, grow more vicious. ]

[whomthebelltolls]

Strange for fire. [She says that with the tiniest hint of humor; The kind that would be easy to miss in the span of a blink.

Because Maria hasn't really shown much of a sense of humor to this point, and really, she doesn't actually have much of one at all. What little there is tends to be like this.

She works in sections, to ensure she can keep full, proper control over everything. Starting with one portion of the patch, she burns into the thick of the infection (lamenting the loss of whatever good crops may be under them; but the farmers likely want the gourds out more than they want what little may be salvaged of their regular pumpkins), and slowly works more and more fire into it, and lets it spread back and deeper into the patch. Once the burning starts to taper off a bit, she moves around some more, slowly circling.

It's more difficult than she anticipated. The lack of a Monster on the other end of a Bond to help her concentrate and control it is working against her, but she sets her jaw and resolves to see this done.

Eventually, she has the entire thing burning, and most of it is working its way inward, where it'll isolate and burn itself out naturally. She can afford to step back a moment and see if Geralt is seeing anything she's not. Anything he can't handle himself. She assumes he knows how to toss some dirt on a small fire.] How did it fare?