by Besyanteo » Tue Apr 26, 2011 11:05 pm
Lorraine was restless back at the abandoned/not-abandoned building, pacing and looking pensive. She didn't like this feeling and it was driving her to distraction just thinking about it. Something was wrong and she couldn't figure out why it was wrong and she had only the vaguest idea how to respond to it. The dark haired, fair skinned green eyed woman wearing a fine chain shirt over unremarkable clothes and a brand new sky blue cloak had introduced herself to Garick and Sunny readily enough, but her attention wasn't on them when she did. Her manner had been agitated and nervous since they started their walk back and showed no sign of improving soon. She wasn't overtly rude to anyone, but she hardly paid any of the group or the Gith any attention either.
She presently occupied herself by going to sit in a corner with her pack, dig through it for a bit to pull out odds and ends with seemingly no pattern to their order of extraction or potential uses (a bolt of fine fabric, a small jar full of pure white sand, an old snuff box holding powdered graphite, a dried sprig of mint, a curio minus ribbon featuring a stylized image of a woman, a tiny four hole pendant ocarina, a dusty leather backed pocket manuscript with yellowing pages, a taxidermied lizard's foot, a piece of cheese in a wax paper wrapper...) She laid them out in front of her, staring at them for a moment, before harrumphing loudly and jumping to stand again. She paced the room once, twice, and sat back down. She put half of them back, hesitated, and took them back out. She ran her hands through her hair in frustration and stuffed it all back into the pack quickly and without much care. She knew she needed something, but she couldn't begin to place what it was. Sitting here, accomplishing nothing and no new insights into this plague not only made her feel useless, but the other unexplainable... something grew worse the more she didn't act.
This wasn't going to help either, though. She sighed her vexation, and reached into a belt pouch this time. What Lorraine retrieved was a glass flask that contained a shifting liquid, it's shape, color and texture never the same from one moment to the next. It was well sealed, but all the same the lady mage was always careful to never turn it upside down, just in case. She stared at it now, and tried to pull inspiration from the shifting substance. What was going on... and why was it happening to her now?