Sitting down and reading through a number of the books, Yelenn enjoys both the experience of gathering knowledge.
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After she finishes reading for quite some time, Yasmin yawns and stretches. She stands up, puts her hands on the small of her back, and leans back with a pop sound. She winces, hunkers down to check something in her pack, sighs, then stands and starts putting away books.
"Somehow I feel worse now than I did before we started," she says morosely. "Let's go see if Mylyna is awake. We should have a bit to eat before we get some sleep ourselves - we've been here most of the day."
",Yeah, good point." Yelenn agrees, massaging the back of her neck with a slight groan at the stiffness. "Glad to have a roof over our heads though."
"Agreed. And if we're lucky there may be actual beds to sleep upon. Though we should be cautious... the homeowner could come back any time," says Yasmin.
"I guess that does bring this up! I have a small bound elemental spirit... a magical companion. Elementals don't sleep. I could ask it to wake us up if anything happens while we're sleeping," she suggests.
"That might be a good idea. Having someone to keep watch or alarm us if anything tries to break in......I know I'd sleep better." Yelenn replies.
"C'mon, let's go see what Mylyna's been doing," says Yasmin. She lets out a morose sigh and heads back toward the room with the fireplace.
"Are you okay?" Yelenn asks Yasmin, noticing her dejected tone.
"Just... some of the stories were rather... depressing," says Yasmin slowly. She lets out a heavy sigh and then says, "Before I was transported here, I was stuck for a while in this... other space; some kind of extradimensional place fashioned like a quality inn. While I was there I... met someone extraordinary. I was an outcast, banished, on the run for my life; I suppose I was very vulnerable and I... let this person get close."
"But some of the things in the book now make me think this person was not a person or a marid or... or anything like that, but maybe a pairaka, a kind of primordial infernal creature that preys on the weak and the vulnerable. And now I'm doubting myself and I can't help but wonder if I was just food for some monster."
"All the things I had to remember of this person... are now called into question. And I'm left wondering, can I even trust her? If I were to see her again, would I ever believe that she did care about me?"
Her voice cracks slightly as tears run down her cheeks. She sniffles and wipes her face, then folds her arms protectively and sits down by the fireplace.
A frown creases Yelenn's brow as Yasmin gives voice to her emotions. She felt a strong empathy for her new companion, thrust into a world not of her own, much as she herself had been. The island had already proven extremely dangerous, but also filled with wonders and others that were simply needing someone else to cling to, stranded and alone in a hostile environment.
"Did you feel any worse for wear or preyed upon when you were with her?" Yelenn asks sitting beside Yasmin and putting an arm on her shoulder.
"I was ecstatic... but I don't know if it was because I was so much in need of a companion, or just under the thrall of her magic," says Yasmin with another sniff. In a bitter tone she says, "According to the book, paikaras are plague-fiends, but I don't seem to have gotten the itch down there, or the shakes, so at least I was lucky there. Or she wasn't a paikara! I don't know, I may never know, and I feel more lost than before."
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"I am as big a proponent of book knowledge as anyone, but I trust my instincts more. I can only imagine how some of those tomes would describe Mylyna." Yelenn says softly. "Do the paikara mentioned in the book make a habit of letting people go? Leaving up to them when they contact them again? It doesn't seem very effective for a predator."
"Sometimes... they are plague divs," says Yasmin with a sniff. "So they spread disease and try to get their victims to spread it around too."
"I can't tell if you're sick, though if you don't feel diseased you're probably fine. But I can see if there's any magic effects on you if you like." Yelenn offers.
Yasmin nods mutely in agreement.
Taking a breath, Yelenn utters an arcane phrase, her eyes glittering with a silvery glow as she peers into the arcane spectrum.
Gazing at the solemn Yasmin, Yelenn’s arcane sight sifts through the normally imperceptible spectrums overlapping that would make up a person’s perceived vision.
The bag is a bag of holding.
The vambrace is one half of Vambraces of the Marid.
These bracers are decorated with icons representing air, earth, fire, or water, and depictions of genies appropriate to that element. The item protects the wearer against hot and cold environments as if she were using endure elements. The vambraces’ materials and other powers depend on their associated genie type.
Normally these coral bracers allow the wearer to use hydraulic torrent, invisibility, and water breathing each once per day, but having only one dimishes their power, and only one spell is able to be cast per day.
Able to determine the inherent spells making up the ornament and useable by the wearer by their individual auras, intricate strands of red and gold and violet winding around the red suffusing the piece, you notice a subtle green one working it way through the vambrace. Studying it you are able to determine the construction of the Venomous Bolt spell interwoven with the other spells and useable by the wearer like the others.
Aside from these two auras you do not find any others, active or lingering, upon the Occultist’s body or mind.
*snif* "So... what do you see? Am I cursed? Diseased? Necrotic? Am I a diseased whore now?" she says bitterly.
"There aren't any active auras or effects on your mind or body. No lingering energies and nothing aside from your gear and equipment." Yelenn says reassuringly. "You are yourself, not affected in emotions or physically. I'd say anything you felt was probably real rather than manipulated, at least not by ue of magic anyway."
Yasmin lets out a sigh and she slumps in her seat. "Ugh. Thank you for that, at least. All this not knowing is the worst. I hope I feel better tomorrow."
After a few moments of looking at the fire, she notes, "I could use a drink."
"Heh." Yelenn half chuckles in response, thinking of herr parent's acclaimed wine collection. "That I can agree with wholeheartedly. Maybe we'll be fortunate enough to find a wine ccellar or something. Whoever once owned this place definitely had the means."
"Yeah. Hopefully without any hostile creatures," says Yasmin. "I guess we might as well take a look, hmm? I seem to recall a cellar passage near the kitchen."
"Sure." Yelenn says with a smile. "Definitely worth a bit of exploration."
Standing, she offers Yasmin a hand up.
"Thanks," says Yasmin. She accepts Yelenn's hand gratefully and rises from her curled position. She brushes off her skirts and pulls her halter up slightly, lets out a sigh, straightens her shoulders, and says, "All right. Something to keep the mind off of other troubles."
With a supportive smile, Yelenn nods heading toward the kitchen and the passageway to the cellar.
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"Just a moment, I'll go see if Mylyna has rested enough." Yelenn says, going to the living room and gently shaking her lover's shoulder. "Mylyna, feel better after your nap?"
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Mylyna was still sleeping soundly when Yelen came to wake her. She shifted away from Yelen's hand mumbling, "Cold." She showed little interest in waking beyond that though.
At some point Wallace has dozed off in the chair, one of the pokers laying in his lap.
Yasmin says, "Better do something to warm her up and get her moving." She carefully reaches for the poker in Wallace's lap, then thinks better of it. "I think I'll just leave this here in case something happens in the night and he needs to defend himself," she says quietly, then looks for a small blanket to put over the boy's lap and tuck him in.
There is no immediately available blankets, but Yasmin does spy a rather large coat piled on the floor next to the chair.
Yasmin gently picks up the coat - making sure there's no surprises hidden in it - and drapes it over the young lad.
The coat does not attack Yasmin as she uses it to blanket Wallace.
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Yasmin takes the opportunity to stoke the fire a bit, in hopes that the heat will help to warm up Mylyna.
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Smiling, Yelenn moves to insinuate herself in the midst of Mylyna's coils, wrapping her arms around her upper body and kissing her awake. "Rise and shine beautiful." she says running her hands along her back.
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Yasmin glances over her shoulder as she stokes the fire, still not entirely sure how the whole thing between these two ladies works, but giving them some semblance of polite distance.