Post by Lerical on Mar 28, 2016 23:04:57 GMT
 ghost 'Cause the world might do me in / It's all right cause I'm with friends / Cause I'm giving up again / It doesn't matter + 704 + #7fc7d1 #e61994 + solo Pharmacist + Pt. 1 | Lerical didn’t know the first thing about the crafting class she had chosen when she had arrived in the game. Most of it looked like greek--heck, even back home, making medicine was something she didn’t really know. But there were lots of people around her, younger in age that were having no problem at all with it. ‘So I shouldn’t have a problem then, right?’ Lerical understood medicine--she was a doctor for goodness sakes! She had to, if she wanted prescribe any of it to her patients. But she was learning that making it and prescribing it were two totally different things. “You’re hopeless, I tell you.” A well-rounded woman stood in front of her, hands on her hips and her tongue clicking about a mile a second. Eloise, she had introduced herself as when Lerical had entered her shops earlier. She was a pharmacist that had learned from her mother, who had learned from someone else and so on and so forth. “Why are you aiming to be a pharmacist if you don’t know a lick ‘bout it?” Lerical closed her eyes, wincing a bit as she tilted her head down, accepting the light criticism. ‘Because this was supposed to be a game.’ "It... seemed like a good choice at the time." She answered honestly, because it had, before. ‘But it’s not anymore, now is it?’ She’d been here a few months and hadn’t touched the class, like it held the plague or something. Really, she just didn’t know what she should do with it. Then she’d finally looked at it and had decided that she needed to do something with it--it was useless to her, just sitting there after all. Besides, people needed medicine--or, in this case, potions, as she’d learned from going to the market herself. “Here,” Eloise bent down behind the corner, fishing underneath it on the shelves before she dropped a wooden bowl and pestle. The bard gave her a raised eyebrow as she stepped forward and examined it. She picked up the light instrument for grinding and turned it over in her hand. “Lesson one--it doesn’t come already ground for ya to use. Medicine doesn’t make itself, no matter what that fancy magic does.” Lerical knew that much, but she wasn’t about to say that to Eloise. She seemed to be enjoying herself, as she went on. It wasn’t hurting to listen to her, and she was learning something valuable that would help her a bit down the road. “So uh… what do I do with these? I mean…” The question earned her a sharp eye and the older woman took in a deep breath, preparing herself for another lecture before she seemed to get another idea. One that sent shivers down the blue-bards neck and her body lean towards the exit. A dark twinkle in her eye, Eloise turned around and pulled a few herbs from the shelves and then set them in front of Lerical. “Lesson two--trial and error is the best form of education. Pick out some herbs--you’re paying for them by the way--and grind them up. I’ll check when you’re done.” Lerical was not a little more than worried about this whole thing. Maybe she should switch classes, and pick something a little easier? Sewing seemed nice. But, she didn’t know anything about that either. The bluenette’s brow furrowed and she looked over the herbs. She selected a few, watching Eloise’s reacting whenever she’d touch one. The woman was like a stone though--not a quirk of the lip or a frown. As it was impossible to get a tell from her, she looked over the herbs herself and tried to pick the ones that seemed like they’d… go together? So in the end she wound up with some probably questionable choices in her mortar, waiting to be ground into mush. “It’s all in the wrist,” She felt like she was being teased now; there was a lift to the Pharmacist’s voice as she turned and walked away, tending to her store. Lerical decided that this must be a ploy to get more help in the store, someone else to do the hard work for her but the lessons might be worth it. ‘Fat might,’ |
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