41 Searing, Year 123
[Closed - Solo]
[Part II]
Hilana's first stop was directly to the Umbrium to get to Harataecia's Blood with her barrel of sunstars. The barrel had been Enmeshed with the element of air to lighten its weight and make it easier for the Vastiana to carry it, and she knew that the sunstars were going to be put set up to dry out in order to prepare them to have the toxins removed. It wasn't like with snakes, where one milked venom, sunstars and other invertebrates did not work that way. They would need to be dried, and then put in a solution that allowed them to collect the toxin from the sunstars. If she'd set them up at the citadel, they likely would have been poked and prodded, and Hilana would rather keep her secrets to herself. There was little that the girl wouldn't share, but some of Great-Aunt Eliana's recipes were one of them.
That had been a lesson that had been difficult for her to learn, but learn it she had, and that was that not everyone needed to know everything about you. They didn't need to know what she was doing, they didn't need to know what went into her crafts, and they didn't need to know how to remedy the one of which she was working on right now. In fact, it was far better that they didn't. If one's poisons were easily detected or duplicated, that didn't say much for her, now, did it?
Zosoar let her in when she knocked on the locked door, and Hilana nodded a greeting. "Salve, Zosoar. I got some sunstars," she smiled at her boss. He nodded in kind, indicating his head towards the back room, locking the door behind her as her long skirts swirled around her feet. The Vastiana took the barrel through and set it on the heavy table, opening it and removing the tongs from her rucksack. There was a metal drying rack where each of them could be placed and secured so that they could not try to go anywhere, not that it would matter. They would serve another purpose in this cycle, even if that purpose was to help produce a terrible concoction that would afflict the victims with paralysis.
[Closed - Solo]
[Part II]
Hilana's first stop was directly to the Umbrium to get to Harataecia's Blood with her barrel of sunstars. The barrel had been Enmeshed with the element of air to lighten its weight and make it easier for the Vastiana to carry it, and she knew that the sunstars were going to be put set up to dry out in order to prepare them to have the toxins removed. It wasn't like with snakes, where one milked venom, sunstars and other invertebrates did not work that way. They would need to be dried, and then put in a solution that allowed them to collect the toxin from the sunstars. If she'd set them up at the citadel, they likely would have been poked and prodded, and Hilana would rather keep her secrets to herself. There was little that the girl wouldn't share, but some of Great-Aunt Eliana's recipes were one of them.
That had been a lesson that had been difficult for her to learn, but learn it she had, and that was that not everyone needed to know everything about you. They didn't need to know what she was doing, they didn't need to know what went into her crafts, and they didn't need to know how to remedy the one of which she was working on right now. In fact, it was far better that they didn't. If one's poisons were easily detected or duplicated, that didn't say much for her, now, did it?
Zosoar let her in when she knocked on the locked door, and Hilana nodded a greeting. "Salve, Zosoar. I got some sunstars," she smiled at her boss. He nodded in kind, indicating his head towards the back room, locking the door behind her as her long skirts swirled around her feet. The Vastiana took the barrel through and set it on the heavy table, opening it and removing the tongs from her rucksack. There was a metal drying rack where each of them could be placed and secured so that they could not try to go anywhere, not that it would matter. They would serve another purpose in this cycle, even if that purpose was to help produce a terrible concoction that would afflict the victims with paralysis.