Sorin Neculai Antonescu (secondself) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2016-02-09 13:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: ashton hartley, character: barclay grisholt, character: sorin antonescu, location: hydra dorm |
Thread: Apprenticeship
WHO: Barclay & Sorin with Ashton in the background being a dragon.
WHEN: Tuesday, Feb 9, evening
WHERE: Barclay's Room, Hydra Dorm
Sorin had waited and given Barclay a few days without bothering him, letting him get rest and just relax, get used to being awake again. Sorin kept the shop running, restocking when a student bought out the last of the Pygmalion's Potion. Eager to resume his training with Barclay, Sorin had come knocking on the Druid's door under the precedent that he needed to brew more stock for the Elixir of Acuity. Barclay's cauldron was the best for that, and Sorin didn't have one of his own.
The brew was going well and Sorin was monitoring it closely, but he still made frequent glances over at Barclay. Barclay looked different to Sorin, but the Romanian couldn't quite put his finger on it. It was good to have his mentor back and Sorin's enthusiasm to pick up where they left off was starting to get ahead of him. He kept quiet, however, only speaking to say the words of magic that would activate the soup and make it more than just strange ingredients.
Ashton was lounged comfortably on Barclay's bed with several textbooks, wrinkling his nose at the smells coming from the cauldron. He ignored the summoner for the most part, but looked up whenever Barclay moved. Green eyes tracked the Druid's movements.
"So," Sorin began hesitantly after the potion was infused with magic. He stirred it, looking up at Barclay. "You are feeling better, yes?"