First Thing in the Morning [Adanedhel] {July 3011}
Jul 29, 2018 22:44:00 GMT -5
Post by ELIRA on Jul 29, 2018 22:44:00 GMT -5
Adanedhel did not seem to wish to stay, though Glerorn thought it best, and Kelet was like to agree, having see the wound upon him. The healer would wish to change the bandages once or twice, and be sure no infection would grow. With proper care and cleanliness, a flesh wound could easily be managed in the halls
The moment the elf began to drink the powdered tonic, Kelet frowned at the way he scrunched his face. It was not that bad, surely, simply something for healing. Tasting foul, but soon overcome by other things.
“Ugh, why must it smell as bad as it tastes? Gods, that is most foul! Is there not anything that will make it taste better?”
“Nobody ever seems to mind the taste after a minute or two,” Glerorn answered. By then, of course, the opioid would start to kick in and flood the system, and one didn't mind tastes after that point.
“Thank you, Glerorn.” The elf merely nodded.
“Men of Rhûn drink it for pleasure,” Kelet told them both, as Glerorn took the cup from him, and Adanedhel leaned against her. She drew a knee upon the bed, settling comfortably, and slipped her arm around Adanedhel's back. “Like to… lose their minds to drink. Makes them fool… the thing they say and do.”
“I've known elves to use it to such purposes as well,” Gleron noted. “Of course, it is strictly medicinal in these halls.” It was not quite as common among the elves to find those who abused substances, though there were a few, who like the mortals, had no control over these things. It was why Glerorn kept a stern watch upon his supplies, that things not fall into the wrong hands.
Even more damage came to those who tried to mix the substance with wine. Disturbing affects, unsuitable for elves.
“Hope make him feel better,” Kelet muttered to the healer, and then looking to Adanedhel added, “Is that better? Feeling easier? Maybe let you have nice dreams, hm?”
Glerorn gave a sigh and a nod. “It should make him feel like he is up in those trees he so enjoys. High up.”
“Maybe above trees. In sky,” Kelet answered, amused. “You want lay down, Adan? Maybe easier? What you thinking, hm?”
The moment the elf began to drink the powdered tonic, Kelet frowned at the way he scrunched his face. It was not that bad, surely, simply something for healing. Tasting foul, but soon overcome by other things.
“Ugh, why must it smell as bad as it tastes? Gods, that is most foul! Is there not anything that will make it taste better?”
“Nobody ever seems to mind the taste after a minute or two,” Glerorn answered. By then, of course, the opioid would start to kick in and flood the system, and one didn't mind tastes after that point.
“Thank you, Glerorn.” The elf merely nodded.
“Men of Rhûn drink it for pleasure,” Kelet told them both, as Glerorn took the cup from him, and Adanedhel leaned against her. She drew a knee upon the bed, settling comfortably, and slipped her arm around Adanedhel's back. “Like to… lose their minds to drink. Makes them fool… the thing they say and do.”
“I've known elves to use it to such purposes as well,” Gleron noted. “Of course, it is strictly medicinal in these halls.” It was not quite as common among the elves to find those who abused substances, though there were a few, who like the mortals, had no control over these things. It was why Glerorn kept a stern watch upon his supplies, that things not fall into the wrong hands.
Even more damage came to those who tried to mix the substance with wine. Disturbing affects, unsuitable for elves.
“Hope make him feel better,” Kelet muttered to the healer, and then looking to Adanedhel added, “Is that better? Feeling easier? Maybe let you have nice dreams, hm?”
Glerorn gave a sigh and a nod. “It should make him feel like he is up in those trees he so enjoys. High up.”
“Maybe above trees. In sky,” Kelet answered, amused. “You want lay down, Adan? Maybe easier? What you thinking, hm?”