Re: The Blood Is the Life
Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2025 2:06 pm
The Blood Is the Life
If her mien seemed grim, it was likely due to whatever secrets she offered and Filaurel, perhaps wisely, rejected.
"The Gods will have Their due," she said by way of agreement. "Very well, then. I think we ought to proceed with what can be accomplished this evening given you have made the journey to us and I have some idea what that costs you. If you will come with me."
But she wouldn't make him walk far, nor suffer the indignity of a hover chair. The door back into the hallway was now a portal into another chamber, not so very different from the one they were in, but less office and more arcane structures and implements built in.
Upon entering, the portal closed behind them. Here, the aether seemed even more available for use, no doubt amplified for difficult magical procedures.
Brother Nestandur was waiting, face grim, yet determined. His eyes searched Filaurel's face for something. Haera murmured something to Nestandur, who looked to her, nodded, and murmured back. Anything Filaurel overheard would have been highly technical magical healing terminology—that is, he would understand the words, but likely not the meaning.
Nestandur's face softened and he offered solicitously to help Filaurel into an elf-shaped piece of furniture somewhere between table and chaise longue.
"The process will take some time; this will be more comfortable, I hope." As he returned to his role as healer, Haera watched keen-eyed. "The old treatments have been prepared. Therapeutic enchantments that have proven effective at slowing, sometimes temporarily reducing symptoms."
As Filaurel situated himself, Haera said thoughtfully, "It was fortunate your friend brought you to us. But, then, I suppose that is in his bloodline."