Firestone Hot Springs silence can mock

lol njal:



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At the other's words, Lecter gave a snort of irritation but said nothing more. His presence would not deter the shaman from his tasks. He stirred the tea a few moments longer, laughing inwardly at the gray warden's spitting distaste. However, he did not give an answer, pulling back to drop the stick to the loam and return to the steaming water with the tortoiseshell.

Eyes squinted against the white heat of his concoction, Lecter maneuvered himself onto hindlegs, bracing forepaws against the edge of the rock depression, and lowered the shell toward the water. Gingerly, Lecter pressed down with the object, sending bleakly coloured water swirling into the ivory depression of the shell.

With the same meticulous movements, the shaman set the shell down upon the ground and sniffed its contents. The Creek's Warden had gone quite ignored through all of this, but now Lecter lifted his icewater gaze to the male. “ It is a new method of healing I have devised. The purpose of this potion is to bring strength.” A push of his paw slid the container of gently sloshing water toward Njal. “ Drink, if you would like.”

Unbeknownst to the other, Lecter had mixed a great quantity of poppyseed and one or two shadow-mushrooms into the boiled mess, along with geranium and lemon balm. The result now cooled before the gunmetal wolf: a heavy method of ending pain, and perhaps life for one too young or too weak to withstand the effects of the narcotic, which was also a powerful hallucinogenic. The lemon balm was thick upon the surface of the water, cloying the scent of the mixture with citrus. Lecter himself planned to sample the mixture, but not until the other hand. An experiment, of sorts.