It's probably not a colloquial that exists in Auldrant, anyway--at least not in reference to anything other than plants considered obnoxious in gardens--but clearly that's not what she's actually talking about here. ...Must be some other sort of substance. She doesn't seem particularly distraught at the moment, at least, but Jade's already making a mental note to check in on her in proper morning hours...by which time whatever this is will have either hopefully worn off, or will be requiring more active intervention--
But for now...well...]
Oh, only two weeds! Well, then, I'm sure that's nothing to worry about at all. No lectures from me for now! 🙂 [For now.] Far be it from me to ruin the fun you're clearly currently having at the moment here
[...Admittedly, after all. This is a very interesting vein of conversation, suddenly. ...Questioning her in an altered state like this probably isn't the kindest thing to do, but that is the beginning of an answer to a question Jade's been harboring ever since he had to cauterize that stab wound of hers all that time back. Never got around to properly asking about it, and now...]
Is that why your blood is black? I'd been wondering about that, for some time...I've never seen anything quite like it.
[Hmmm. This does warrant some equivalent exchange, perhaps, even if Jade's still fairly sure Clarke may not be able to parse the more technical details at the moment. ...But keeping it simpler, maybe...]
My experiment did work in a sense, yes. It made me a more powerful fonist, which was what I wanted at that time. I'd applied the sigils to my eyes improperly, though; hadn't expected the color to change. The glyph symbology is also permanently unstable now, so that needs to be addressed fairly constantly.
And your own experiment, with your blood. Did it work in turn? ["Radiation resistance", hm...]
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It's probably not a colloquial that exists in Auldrant, anyway--at least not in reference to anything other than plants considered obnoxious in gardens--but clearly that's not what she's actually talking about here. ...Must be some other sort of substance. She doesn't seem particularly distraught at the moment, at least, but Jade's already making a mental note to check in on her in proper morning hours...by which time whatever this is will have either hopefully worn off, or will be requiring more active intervention--
But for now...well...]
Oh, only two weeds! Well, then, I'm sure that's nothing to worry about at all. No lectures from me for now! 🙂 [For now.] Far be it from me to ruin the fun you're clearly currently having at the moment here
[...Admittedly, after all. This is a very interesting vein of conversation, suddenly. ...Questioning her in an altered state like this probably isn't the kindest thing to do, but that is the beginning of an answer to a question Jade's been harboring ever since he had to cauterize that stab wound of hers all that time back. Never got around to properly asking about it, and now...]
Is that why your blood is black? I'd been wondering about that, for some time...I've never seen anything quite like it.
[Hmmm. This does warrant some equivalent exchange, perhaps, even if Jade's still fairly sure Clarke may not be able to parse the more technical details at the moment. ...But keeping it simpler, maybe...]
My experiment did work in a sense, yes. It made me a more powerful fonist, which was what I wanted at that time. I'd applied the sigils to my eyes improperly, though; hadn't expected the color to change. The glyph symbology is also permanently unstable now, so that needs to be addressed fairly constantly.
And your own experiment, with your blood. Did it work in turn? ["Radiation resistance", hm...]