Studying a little bit. {Solo RP log}

[14:51] Following the words of Midia, The Dryad is in the fort in Tongyishan, his eyes fall, he sips the books that once exhaled and displayed all the magnificence stored in the form of words written with the knowledge that transpires the ages.

The simple move forward, moving closer to this pile of threatened books is now uncertain. The doubt of finding what you really seek is the most present feeling in your heart, your body rebates with a nodding nod in confirmation.

Hours go by, a word is only stuck in her mind as a reminder of what the beautiful Dryad came for.

A book, pulled from the bottom of an old shelf. She feels called by it, "Poison Magic and it's branches." After seeing such a name and decoding the message, Artaius would know at once that he had finally found what she longed for.

Immediately she marched in hurried footsteps and drowned in excitement to the nearby table, with a small notebook and a quill with a pot of paint that they werealready there.
(Artaius Lignum)
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[15:09]
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[15:30] Everything seemed to be clear as time flew by. Could not the young girl decide, continue reading or transcribe? Although clearly with the knowledge she has, she knows that the brain learns much more when writing or practicing, it still needs to absorb the theory, its craving for knowledge embedded in those relatively old texts.

her gaze strained over the books as she struggled with the complexity of the texts.

One of the most curious elements of Poison Magic, it would undoubtedly be the ability to influence some specific species of insects, poisonous substances that can cause harm to humans, are harmful to us, but beneficial to such specific species . It is possible that in some way a being approaches the poisonous substances so much that it becomes immune to them and can thus use them in combat without worrying about damages, was able to manipulate the insects.

Her look becomes more sharply interested, only to later take the form of a wide open glance. She then begins to think as her delicate fingers weave over her chin, scratching it as she struggles for an answer to her doubts.

How to get closer to the poison itself? Maybe she's always in touch with him, though this is undoubtedly dangerous, yet she's a Dryad as a good idea. A garden...? Okay, that can be harmful not only to her, but equally to those she cherishes.

Dangerous ... But without a doubt, a golden opportunity.
(Artaius Lignum)
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