Ozmic
Whiskered Writer
Garos nodded toward the both of them and picked up Flower. "Follow me, I may need help," he growled, taking off at inhuman speed toward one of the rooms. It had been a long time since he healed anyone or anything... he hoped the old magick he'd learned would work. He looked down at Flower as he ran, speeding through familiar corridors. "C'mon, yer' too strong to die..." he said with a wary smile, stopping in front of a door and simply kicking it in.
The room they entered looked like a very old but simple room for potion-based alchemy. The things he needed were here, among the dust. He could almost smell them. Setting Flower carefully on the table in front, he ran furiously toward the back of the room, gathering the few supplies he needed. When he came back, he began making strange symbols around the girl in various chemicals, speaking low to himself after each one. A strange buzz began to fill the room, like the hum of old machinery starting up, and the symbols began to push black smoke toward the ceiling.
Garos rolled up his sleeves and shuddered. What came next would be painful for the both of them.
The room they entered looked like a very old but simple room for potion-based alchemy. The things he needed were here, among the dust. He could almost smell them. Setting Flower carefully on the table in front, he ran furiously toward the back of the room, gathering the few supplies he needed. When he came back, he began making strange symbols around the girl in various chemicals, speaking low to himself after each one. A strange buzz began to fill the room, like the hum of old machinery starting up, and the symbols began to push black smoke toward the ceiling.
Garos rolled up his sleeves and shuddered. What came next would be painful for the both of them.