Within the Basin, the half-child is safe to think what he wants and do as he pleases. He has no mother or father to answer to- none of the adults in the land even seem to notice that he is here. He doesn’t mind, of course. His sister is the one who wanted to come here and who hoped to live the type of life that this place could offer to her. The half-child only wishes to study and learn, to educate himself on matters of life, the earth, magic, the gods… whatever he can learn, and from whomever he can learn it.

In particular, as of late, his mind has been occupied with thoughts of body parts and blood. On his chest, a scar sits- a reminder of the first time that he met Erebos, and slipped over a tree- the first time he saw blood- but it’s another memory that has been haunting him as of late. A stallion with no eyes, a young girl with two, the thought in his head that he might take one of hers and give it to the black stallion so that he might see again. Of course, those two are long gone, and he isn’t even sure where he wound find them again, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t other subjects…

Walking with Tobias, the half-child circles around the hot spring as the warm summer sun drapes across the pairs’ backs. It is here, in some shrubbery that grows around the waters, that the half-child finds something exceedingly peculiar. A small leather bag with a drawstring sits nestled deep inside a bush- something long forgotten? The half-child doesn’t think so, the bag looks new. Curiosity overtakes him and he bulls the bag from the bush, setting on the ground and nosing it apart until he can see what is within it.

Inside, the half-child finds the most curious object he has ever seen in his life, although he isn’t certain that he knows what it is. Come out, he thinks at it as he unsuccessfully tries to dig his lips deep enough into the bag to grab it. Fortunately for him, as he withdraws his nose, he does not need to grab it. Seemingly of its own volition, the object comes out of the bag and floats there before him.

What is it? he queries to Tobias, not expecting a verbal answer. Dunno, comes a deep voice in his mind, causing Adelric to turn his head slowly to the cervid. A furrowed brow demonstrates his confusion, for Tobias has certainly never spoken before, but with so many mysteries at hand the half-child decides that it would be best to return his attentions to the object floating in the air. Go up, he thinks and the object obliges. Curious… most curious, and so the half-child studies it: curved metal tip, firm but thin material hanging behind it, very pointed end…

A gentle smirk falls across his lips as he comes up with an idea for its use. He had dreamed of such a thing once, but did not expect it to be real. Could it be? he queries the cervid, but receives the same simple answer as before- Dunno.

@[Erebos], @[Aithniel] :: Adelric found his custom item surgical needle, controlled by mind thoughts. He’s probably going to discover his horn scalpel magic at some point too, I dunno.

Adelric

We only have what we give.