Rarel leaned against a tree. He didn't feel like any shapeshifting today. But that didn't mean he was quite normal. His last class had been potions. And it had been an aging potion. And he'd sipped a little. So now, instead of fourteen, he was eighteen. Not that it was horrible, in fact he enjoyed it. He was taller, stringer, faster, fitter, but still it was better to be his own age.
He looked around groggily. Nothing seemed to be happening.
"If I was demonic, would I be talking to you?" he asked. "Of course I think all this hub bub is pointless. Should be focusing on what's causing all this, including the cloud."
He yawned. "How long does ageing potion take to wear off?" he asked Kameron. Rarel had to borrow some clothes that fit his larger body. And he was a little bored. He didn't want to move anywhere, because then he'd get stuck in a position that was easy to reach at eighteen, but difficult at fourteen.
Post by Kameron Wiles on Apr 3, 2007 19:31:02 GMT -5
Kameron was relieved when she learned that Rarel was a Pure. "I'm really not sure," Kam replied, referring to Rarel's question about the aging potion. She had never tried an aging potion, so she probably wouldn't know. "I guess you'll have to look that one up. Maybe find an anti-age spell, or the antidote potion for the aging potion you consumed." She flicked out her smooth wooden wand, slightly crooked at the bottom, and examined it up and down, very carefully. "It seems as though it's been in the hands of someone else recently... but I don't recall letting anyone else hold it, or even touch it." She wondered how a thin, barely visible scratch had appeared on the side of the wand. She took extremely good care of it. The thought swam around her brain while she awaited Rarel's reply.