[ December ended up being a very busy month as Istredd obsessively planned for the Dimming trip, preparing the various sample bags he would need to take, and making certain Sabine and Kyle were ready for the visit. It turned out to be very painful (expected) and also complicated (unexpected), but he got all his samples, and in the meanwhile, found a strange plant (flowers?) in the midst of all the dirt. Odd. He kept it for study, and then it was time for the island, so it's been constant action.
The island proved to be exceptionally good in a few ways: some closure, burning it down, getting answers about mysteries, and then retraumatizing people for a few days. Istredd found his dreams haunted again and it took two days after before he could breathe without somehow smelling it still. Mushrooms are back to making him feel sick and if he didn't share a bed with someone, he'd probably have gone back to sleeping under one. But it didn't take months to get past at least.
He sent a message to Geralt to meet him in Nocwich for the start of the year, it seemed better to check in with him in person, and Istredd feels like he could use a break from Thorne. The sudden intake of new people has left him anxiously watching over them or training them while juggling all the rest, and really, he needs a drink. So he suggests they meet at one of the more crowded pubs where they won't stand out too much.
Istredd is there early as he already has a journal out that he is writing details in, and he has the unknown flora set to the side, pressed carefully onto some paper to study. He found them a table in the back, out of the way, and he doesn't look at his best. Tired. Worn. It's been a long few weeks. He's already ordered a drink and doesn't bother to glance up every time the door opens. Geralt will get there when he gets there, and he'll find him easily.
His hair is surprisingly longer, closer to what it was during Thanedd, a strange 'ability' he didn't expect and is unconsciously setting off. So it's more annoying than anything else, flicking it out of his eyes. ]
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The island proved to be exceptionally good in a few ways: some closure, burning it down, getting answers about mysteries, and then retraumatizing people for a few days. Istredd found his dreams haunted again and it took two days after before he could breathe without somehow smelling it still. Mushrooms are back to making him feel sick and if he didn't share a bed with someone, he'd probably have gone back to sleeping under one. But it didn't take months to get past at least.
He sent a message to Geralt to meet him in Nocwich for the start of the year, it seemed better to check in with him in person, and Istredd feels like he could use a break from Thorne. The sudden intake of new people has left him anxiously watching over them or training them while juggling all the rest, and really, he needs a drink. So he suggests they meet at one of the more crowded pubs where they won't stand out too much.
Istredd is there early as he already has a journal out that he is writing details in, and he has the unknown flora set to the side, pressed carefully onto some paper to study. He found them a table in the back, out of the way, and he doesn't look at his best. Tired. Worn. It's been a long few weeks. He's already ordered a drink and doesn't bother to glance up every time the door opens. Geralt will get there when he gets there, and he'll find him easily.
His hair is surprisingly longer, closer to what it was during Thanedd, a strange 'ability' he didn't expect and is unconsciously setting off. So it's more annoying than anything else, flicking it out of his eyes. ]