The aftermath of the abductions and the subsequent tending to of those affected by it has been... well, it's been something. Wanda feels like she hasn't slept in the longest time because of it, almost like her body had been on autopilot trying to carve out the truth from the lies, reality from illusions and hearsay. Now that they're past that, she's free of the tension on her shoulders andβall the moreβexceptionally tired in bursts, an exhaustion that seeps through her every waking moment.
She's been asked to help procure a few vials of some medicine so that Claire can take back to Solvunn, and it really is unlike her to just drop said vials.
βbut, exhausted. Right.
Some locals come around to ask if something's that matter, but she easily dismisses their concern, kneeling down. Such a shame, they say about the lost medicine. To Wanda, however, it isn't lost. As she is, she commands magic through her fingers, scarlet plumes enveloping the shattered glass and the liquid, collecting it all to return to what it once was. The vials sit renewed on her hands, and she makes the effort of setting them neatly on the box one of the locals now procures to her. Nothing less from you, miss Wanda.
By now, she's got a bit of a reputation as far as her magic is concerned, among the locals. Standing up with a sigh, she thanks the locals for their concern (and the box!), and makes awkward eye contact with an unfamiliar (yet...familiar...?) man.
Must be new. Wanda approaches him, box in hands, his most superficial thoughts clear to her.
"Want some purple medicine to add to your collection? I think it helps with headaches," she says friendly enough, Sokovian accent stark in her pronunciation of words.
(ooc: given it's wanda, i play her with the ability to just catch onto superficial thoughts of others around her, nothing too deep. lmk if that's okay!)
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She's been asked to help procure a few vials of some medicine so that Claire can take back to Solvunn, and it really is unlike her to just drop said vials.
βbut, exhausted. Right.
Some locals come around to ask if something's that matter, but she easily dismisses their concern, kneeling down. Such a shame, they say about the lost medicine. To Wanda, however, it isn't lost. As she is, she commands magic through her fingers, scarlet plumes enveloping the shattered glass and the liquid, collecting it all to return to what it once was. The vials sit renewed on her hands, and she makes the effort of setting them neatly on the box one of the locals now procures to her. Nothing less from you, miss Wanda.
By now, she's got a bit of a reputation as far as her magic is concerned, among the locals. Standing up with a sigh, she thanks the locals for their concern (and the box!), and makes awkward eye contact with an unfamiliar (yet...familiar...?) man.
Must be new. Wanda approaches him, box in hands, his most superficial thoughts clear to her.
"Want some purple medicine to add to your collection? I think it helps with headaches," she says friendly enough, Sokovian accent stark in her pronunciation of words.
(ooc: given it's wanda, i play her with the ability to just catch onto superficial thoughts of others around her, nothing too deep. lmk if that's okay!)