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The spot Kurtis was aiming for was within reach, just a few more steps. He walked a bit faster, lengthened his stride, and stumbled slightly as he felt something hit his side. Cursing his bad luck, he caught his balance and straightened himself, noticing the cause of his troubles to his side. What could this one want? He narrowed his eyes at this dazed-looking woman, with an ill-tempered, "Excuse me?"

((Yep))

Done! See you there~

It was approaching dusk when Kurtis finally made his way down to the wall. He'd had too many people interrupt him and was looking forward to finally getting home. There were only a few streets between him and the Blacksmith's shop he worked at and lived it.

Kurtis stared at a spot further down the path he was on, outside the citadel wall. Once he got to that spot, no one else could interrupt him. He could be free to take off at a sprint home and he wouldn't have to interact with any more nobles or rich, arrogant brats. It was his destination, and he silently prayed no one else would get in his way.

Okay I'll post at the wall in a sec.

Gisella scoffed, but didn't reply to the old man. She would thank who she wanted to thank. And him saying that made her less likely to say thank you, anyway. She left the greenhouse, and it took her quite a while to realise she hadn't asked for his name.

Eʟʋɨռǟ wrote: "Somewhere in the Citadel probably."

Okay you pick a spot :)

Eʟʋɨռǟ wrote: Aurora wrote: "Okay so the Oracle and Kurt? where?"

Still want to RP them?"

Sure - where to?

Gisella followed behind him, before locking the door and pocketing the keys. She had gotten quite a bit of of the conversation - and the journal the man had given her would be a valuable item indeed. Most likely she would begin reading through it before sleep tonight.
She looked over at the old man. Perhaps she should thank him for his gift, or for his informative words. And most would, but Gisella didn't thank people often, and this old man wasn't an exception. "Goodbye then," She said to the man, "Enjoy your travels."

((So is that the end?))

She clicked her tongue in irritation, "Unfortunate. Such a skill would do well in research. " Gisella finished closing the windows and took up the keys - the man's book still in her hand. "I must close up the greenhouse now. " She said.

Gisella raised her eyebrows, "It cannot be learnt?"

"Ah," She murmured. Then, it wouldn't be a substitute for seeing things with her own eyes. Or perhaps she could visit a place once, then return and revisit it in her memories for a more thorough analysis. Either way it seemed like a useful skill to have. "How long did it take you to learn this skill?" She asked.

She nodded, very interested. "Time still passes normally?"

((Off to sleep now, goodnight!))

A memory? Gisella had read about this kind of magic, but hadn't seen it in practise. It was incredible. She cautiously took a step forward, feeling the cold begin to creep up her sleeves. "How far does it go?" She wondered if she could walk through this memory forever, and go see other lands too. What a convenient way to study the world - safer and more efficient too.

Gisella was instantly on guard as she saw her surroundings change. She looked around her as the thick blanket of mist appeared, obscuring her vision. "What is this?" She demanded, straining her eyes to see the shadow of the old man. She could feel the dampness of the mist on her skin. "An illusion?"

Gisella slowly lowered the book, holding it in one hand. She gave his question some thought before replying, "The Misty Valley I suppose. It's always intrigued me. Or perhaps the Lake in the wilderness. "

Gisella raised an eyebrow, but took the offered book, immediately flipping it open. There were a few sketches amongst the pages of writing, which she took interest in. Drawings of leaf shapes and other specimens.
"You do not wish to keep it?" She asked, looking back up at him.

"In the morning?" She hoped he'd have at least a little bit of time to share his knowledge with the research team. It would accelerate their studies quite a bit.

The old man mustn't have heard her right, but Gisella listened to his explanation anyway, "And even after death there will be an infinite more things you have not seen - new things are created everyday, are they not?" She picked up the keys she had left on the shelf and began to close the windows. She had to close up now that she had finished her task. She repeated her earlier question, "When exactly are you leaving this area?"

"When are you leaving this territory?" Gisella asked him, moving to the wall to place the now-empty watering can on a shelf.