Re: [Hydra]
As you swallow the memory berry, you feel something in your stomach clench and your mind seems to fray at the edges for a split second as you experience the memory unfolding in your consciousness.
[[You circle your apprentice slowly, staff tapping on the flagstone floor. Daft child had fallen asleep again in front of the pot he was to watch. Right where you'd left him, right down to the same pose, slumped at the table and chin cupped in his cheek, except now he was drooling a bit, like an elderly house-currwis.
You consider, rubbing out your arthritic knuckles, what to do with the child. The teen seemed to spend half the time flitting after a pretty face or reciting some lofty ideal that only the young or daft believed in. And the rest... You sigh, you knew you shouldn't have taken on this bright eyed thing, no matter how much potential he seemed to have, or how bright his chatter was.
The mixture was well and soured far past any use. The Queen's Fingers was a delicate but deadly plant, the wrong heat on it would destroy the medicinal properties of it and reduce it to little but poison at best, a gooey, foul-smelling mess at worst... A quick, professional glance tells you it would boil over in a few minutes... No. With a wry smile, you correct yourself: It WILL boil over in a few moments.
You turn, staff steadying your gait as you make your way for the door. If words were no use, another day wading through the sludge and fending off insects to replace your stock might beat some life skills into the brat.]]
As you return, the memory settles, interlaced with the rest of your recovered life, as if that was just another part of the world and people you left behind. It's hard to shake any of the conviction that it was real and it had happened to you, any more than you would a normal memory.