David
*This day, the sun shone radiantly above the unlikely pair as they traversed their way through the forest. Spring in full, the natural world was as lively as can be. Trees regained their full, regal crowns of greenery. The understory was filled with bushes, brambles, and wildflowers. Dewdrops splattered their boots as they hiked, and flocks of colorful birds and young does fled from the crunching of Henryk's steps along a thin deer path. Aylera's footsteps were virtually silent, her careful demeanor clearly learned from their surroundings. They had traversed the countryside rather quickly, more than the wood-elf had anticipated. She was practically frolicking among the tall grasses that kissed her calves as they finally escaped the city's bustle. Crisp morning air caressed their motions, filling the lungs with pure, unadulterated life- or so, that was how it had felt to Aylera.*

*It felt like eons had passed since she was back where she was meant to be, back in the realm of her goddess. She knew this place better than any other, it was almost all she had known- but the forests of her ancestry had been buried in her memories for so long that they felt almost as foreign as any other place she knew nothing about. Aylera had led Henryk directly to her preferred place, a small clearing alongside a creek that seemed to sparkle in the daylight. She'd camped here plenty of times during her education, it was her favorite place to escape the monotony of life in the House of Elk. It kept her safeguarded from the regular intervals of patrols, while still allowing her the peace of starlight at night. This place had been her home so many times that a cache of supplies she had left ages ago was still left untouched. Their journey went smooth as can be, with Aylera a master of the directions and Henryk keeping up so well it had honestly impressed the elf.*

"Ah, here we are. This is the perfect place".

*Their training would officially commence in the morning. Today, they would hunt once they rested. The camp was set swiftly, though it was simple. Two hammocks set a few feet off the forest floor, their packs, a small circle of stones marking a long-used fire pit, a designated log to keep weaponry or other perishable items out of the rain, it wasn't much, but it was everything one could ever need during this time. After all, they were here for alignment, not for pleasure.*

*Once everything was set, Aylera stood straight with a satisfied sigh, placing her hands on her hips to rest as she looked at Henryk.* "Well, that's our camp. Now, do you have it in you for a quick hunt before we proceed? If we are to immerse ourselves, we must be prepared". *Despite the seriousness of their intentions, she couldn't help but grin. It felt revitalizing to be back in the domain of Alynthi. Though she may not question the city's inherent benefits, she couldn't begin to imagine choosing a life devoid of pure nature. The paladin picked up her bow from where it rested in the soft grass, running her hand along its smooth wooden belly to remove any residual dew. During the process of setup, she had abandoned her shoes next to her hammock. There was nothing more cleansing than the earth beneath one's feet. Grounding had kept her sane when everything in her life seemed to be falling apart. Now that it was new, it had the same effect.*
Michael
**The Doctor hadn't been a stranger to the wilderness. He remembered boot camp intimately, as it was only a few years ago, having to learn basic survival skills. Back when he owned his clinic, and had done his own foraging for ingredients, there were times he had to camp in the middle of the night, in the wilderness like this. Those days seem like a distant memory— he truly has moved up far in life in retrospect.**

**Having come here with the anticipation to train, he already brought spare cloths he didn't mind getting dirty. He changed into a beige tunic and basic brown pants. He still wore his coat, though with the sun out he had since deposited his coat down when building the camp. He initially wore his leather boots— he saw Aylera go bear foot, her toes digging into the soot. He contemplated taking his boots off, before finally caving in. He may as well immerse himself in the experience, and thus he did.**

**Feet dug into the dirt, it wasn't necessarily a pleasant feeling. He wanted to understand Aylera, so he did not complain, nor judge how she wished to move through nature. He'd be sure to wash his feet throughly, as well as keep his feet medicated in the event he walks into poison ivy.**

**Stripped down to basically a tunic and slacks, he helped set up the fire pit and hammocks. However, he made an extra addition to the camp. Taking a few flat rocks, he had set up some of his alchemist tools here— an improvised alchemist station which was set up with the other items meant to be outside the rain. He never knew when he needed it, but if they were camping, he would rather have it ready in the event they needed it. He already carried healing remedies and _other_ salves, but, one could never be too cautious in the woods.**

**Now that everything had been set up, he watched as Aylera had sighed with contentment in her voice. He wondered how Vierna would feel about him taking a sudden camping trip— although, she typically was busy with noble duties, and she knew he took consistent trips outside of he Estate for the purposes of scholarly pursuits and research. This was no exception.**

**Looking at Henryk, stripped to simple clothing, and without a coat, had displayed a certain level of physicality that would be akin to that of a soldier. Aylera would be able to observe the way his tunic semi-tightly molded around his chest, the way his biceps and triceps revealed their insertions, and notably his developed traps which pushed against the collar of his tunic. One could almost mistake the Alchemist for a seasoned warrior, a body chiseled from decades of training, when in truth Henryk had been simply exploiting the use of Alchemy to enhance himself. The combination of having his Concubi side fed via Vierna, eating more due to being in her employ, and topped with utilizing Alchemy to enhance the efficiency of his training, he had made speedy development in such a short time. With the addition of muscle memory at play, having been a combat medic in the past, these factors all lead to the way he's melded his form now.**

**The Doctor listened to what Aylera had to suggest. _A hunt._ He was always more of a gatherer, rather than a hunter, however he wouldn't shy away from a new experience.** "I'm use to foraging, if I were to be frank. I've only risen the bow once or twice in my soldiering days." **Henryk would admit to her.** "That is not to say I will shy away from a challenge." **He would then add, sharing with her his own grin.** 

**He would pace towards her, standing a few feet from her.** "So, how shall we proceed? Are we going to be hunting the traditional way, or should I make my skills useful?" **Henryk had asked, knowing the use of Alchemy could make this infinitely easier— but he sensed that it would defeat the purpose of what they were attempting to achieve here today.**
David
*Clearly the man had been paying attention to his physique. It was staggering, the difference between the man she had met only 5 weeks prior and the man before her now. Aylera, by comparison, had let herself go slightly. It seems so much time spent outside the woods wasn't ideal for the elf. Though her own physique hadn't changed much, she felt her muscles strain harder than they had while she still trained. She couldn't climb, be free of footwear, lest train in any discipline other than the one in her mind. She had conquered fears, and there was no doing that inside the forest- it was too familiar, too comfortable.*

*Still, her body hungered for movement. Aylera itched to be a child once more, spending her time hunting, admiring the scenery around her, climbing the tallest trees she could find. Something about that felt so divinely nostalgic, curated by the lifestyle that followed every teaching she'd ever had. Yet, she had defied it, seeking some sort of middle ground. The elf wanted to help herself, to then help others. At least that would allow her to fulfill at least some of her predetermined destiny. Having changed back into her shorter skirt, freed from the constraints of shoes, she finally felt a newfound freedom. The scent of change tinged the air around the pair. Each on their own journey, each finding new roads to traverse.*

*As much as change was warranted, the appreciation of tradition was rooted in Aylera. During this time, she felt she could rely on it, especially with the difference that was sharing it. Wood elves were so secluded, hidden from the world. Wasn't it about time those outside the forest had a chance to appreciate this way of life? Her teachers' jaws would hit the floor if they could hear that thought, one that broke every unspoken rule in the culture. One didn't simply integrate- one wasn't to know anything unless they devoted their life to this culture. So much was clear when Aylera had come under the House's instruction.*

*Here, Aylera's apprehension and shyness faded into the greenery. She laughed at the Doctor's statement, though she meant not to be harsh.* "If you learn one thing from this, O' wise doctor, you will find that tradition lies in the heart of these woods". *She moved as she spoke, slinging her quiver over her shoulder, the arrows rattling softly against the sounds of life around them. With a smile, she pivoted on her toes, back turned to Henryk. A gust of wind sent chestnut hairs framing her face afloat, her tone momentarily serious.* "You may know that my kind is rather... Reclusive. To be truthful, I'm not sure the House has a good reason for its secrecy. That is why I left. I disagree with much of the fundamentals of their teachings".

"Unfortunately for my vendetta, much of what I learned is going to be exactly what I believe you need, Henryk", *Her smile returned as she turned to face the half-human, bringing the both of them to the tree line.* "As much as I'm sure you're a master at your craft, there is... Spiritual purpose in the avoidance of what my teachers called 'contemporary convenience'. Now, breathe with me". *With that, she whispered a prayer, her tongue slick with elvish. Looking up to the crown of the forest above them, she inhaled deeply, gesturing for him to do the same. Her eyes fluttered shut as she held her breath for a long moment, allowing the feeling of being devoid of life-sustaining air to fill her body until she promptly exhaled. Looking at the doctor with eyes that matched her surroundings, a sprinkle of mischief twinkled in her irises. Petals and leaves around them fluttered in the breeze. In turn with the rhythm of the woods, Aylera offered Henryk her bow and quiver.*

"Lucky you, Alynthi seems to be pleased with your arrival".
Michael
**His assumptions would be correct. Although he didn't feel disappointed about not displaying his proficiencies in Alchemy, as he was here to learn. Thus, the Doctor, listening to what the elf had to offer, would pay attention. The teacher was speaking, and it was best the student listened.**

"Then you have my faith, Aylera." **He spoke in reference to her believing she'll teach him what he needs— and he believed that too. Tradition, belief, he sensed that there was a rhyme and reason for everything he would learn today. Where a drill instructor would simply be training him for the sake of toughening him up, he believed that she would provide a greater insight. One he desired.**

**Thus he breathed with her. He recalled when he was in the air, having injected himself with the Investiture of Wind salve. It was hard to forget such a feeling— to be in command of the wind which surrounded you. He drew breath, letting it fill his lungs, before exhaling. He listened to her prayer, and being a Doctor whose met many races, understood what she incanted. His mentor, after all, was an elf. Inhaling, and exhaling, his mind drew back to that sight. How grand Lucidien was in his eyes. How vast the sky was. It wasn't that long ago he floated between the realms of heaven & earth.**

**And when she was done, he noted that playfulness in her step. The mischief in her eyes. Henryk shared with her a smile, his own radiant eyes following her motions. She then offered him a bow and quiver. His eyes studied the two objects, before slowly he laced the quiver over his shoulder, and held the bow with two hands. His mind drew back to a time in the Findaran reserves. He was never a bowmen, but most soldiers learned how to draw a bow and arrow. That knowledge was a distant memory, and he would need some guidance from his Paladin friend.**

"I am honoured." **Henryk spoke, eyes shifting from the bow to Aylera.** "And, I am eager." **He would add, shining a smile as he held the bow with confidence.** "Show me your ways, o' wise Paladin." **He said with a playful tone. Her lightheartedness reflected onto him, and thus, he felt the same way. It was almost like they were _playing._ Yes, it made sense. Teaching and learning should be fun. Children learned fast when they were entertained. Why couldn't it be the same for adults?**

**Henryk, in this moment, was becoming increasingly attuned to Aylera's demeanour. If he wished to learn her craft, he would open himself up to her and her mannerisms. Even if walking barefoot was somewhat uncomfortable.**
David
*The exhilaration of exploration filled Aylera to her core. Henryk was a willing participant, much more so than she could have ever thought. He had so openly moved with her, begun to follow her ways despite how different they may be. With the sun on her skin, her goddess seemed to be smiling upon them, observing this unlikely situation. Her smile never wavered as she promptly turned her back to him once more, beginning their hunt.*

*Aylera started slowly at first, trotting along the undergrowth, following no path. As they moved, she spoke, dodging branches and brambles almost effortlessly. Plants such as poison ivy and nettles gave her no trouble, the goddess knew how many times she had been exposed to them. The gift of immunity was most definitely not wasted on the elf. Apparently, Alynthi knew no amount of pain or itching would stop the elf from wandering about the woods with her skin exposed. Her footsteps were as careful as they were quick, often bounding off the balls of her feet to leap over fallen logs or strategically moving to minimize sound. She glanced back at Henryk occasionally as they moved, observing how the man reacted to a pathless terrain. To traverse the 'chaos' of nature, there was a craft in carving out one's way through the thickets.*

"Keep your eyes open, doctor, it is the season for turkey, rabbit, and hog". *The methodology of wood elven hunting varied but followed the same core principles.* "We hunt for sustenance only, never for sport nor if we only need one aspect of the animal. We utilize everything, so as not to disgrace Alynthi's creatures. We also take into account several other factors like local populations, the age of the creature, and its state, you understand. Mercy is performed often, but only if the creature serves a purpose. It would defeat the natural cycles of the forest if one were to shoot down a doe with a broken leg only to leave it there. Foremost, we allow nature to perform as it shall without our presence".

*As the forest grew thicker, the leaves turned dark in the shadows, and only splotches of sunlight filtered their way to the ground. The spots seemed to glow golden, reflecting the warmth of daylight off of the forest floor. A small set of branches had tumbled down here, slowly decaying and covered with soft moss. Aylera waved Henryk over, positioning the both of them to be mostly covered by the wood. Sounds of the forest seemed to grow louder here, a cacophony of birds sounded from all corners surrounding them, rustling of other mammals, wind whispering among the branches above. Here, the elf's voice grew softer, barely more than a whisper.*

"When it is time to shoot, pull the bowstring with two fingers back past your shoulder to your chest. Keep your back straight and use both your eyes on the target, we should be in a place where you can hit dead on", *Aylera explained. The paladin pursed her lips, eyes flicking about before speaking again.* "When in doubt, breathe as we did before, only exhale once you have let the arrow fly. Stalling is an archer's downfall". *She was sure he didn't need a full tutorial, but it likely wouldn't hurt to have a quick review. Her bow was specially crafted by the House of Elk, utilizing lighter wood from the area for the most versatility. Although they weren't often in combat, it was wise to be sure that one's weapon wasn't too specialized for one use, especially in Aylera's situation.*

*After only a minute of observation, a familiar vocalization caught the elf's ear. Silently, she flicked her head in its direction as a particularly bodacious male turkey came waltzing into view. It was the mating season, so its plumage was full and colorful, chittering away as it foraged. This one had apparently wandered in from the outskirts of the forest.*
Michael
**Henryk followed with a newfound enthusiasm, following behind the Paladin attentively. The sun licked against his skin, the rain from earlier during his temple visit waned now, as the day seemed that much merrier. Thus, it was time to hunt.**

**The followed no particular path. He trusted she knew her way back— although, perhaps that may also be part of the challenge. Not dwelling on these thoughts for too long, he watched how her feet moved with cat's grace, moving on the balls of her feet. He would do his best to mimic her, not quiet understanding the flow of motion, moving and leaping over fallen logs with awkward movements, but it was to be expected.**

**Through this 'chaos', this maze of a forest, he remained attentive. He remembered his days of foraging in forests for alchemical ingredients. He knew what dangers lurked— he prayed not to tangle with the wildlife of Alynthi.**

**He nodded when she told him to keep his eye out for prey. His grip on the bow tightened a bit, as he looked about with an inquisitive eye. He continued to listen to her brief lecture about the principles of hunting. To only hunt to eat, not for sport. Life had its purpose, didn't it? To consume an animal is for it to give its life to sustain oneself. It was a concept he was able to grasp— it'd be unreasonable to hunt other people for game, as we do not consume them. A waste of life. It's the same for animals too.**

**Yes, using every part of the animal. Henryk was already keenly intimate with this fact.** "Some of my medications use animal organs." **He revealed, speaking in a lower tone, as he didn't want to scare off any potential prey.** "I use to receive organs from the local butcher when I ran my clinic." **He continued to pace behind her, before eventually, they halted.**

**Joining her in a crouch, he approached closely to her. Stalling was an archer's folly. Hesitation was defeat. Inaction leads to one's demise. Words he has heard plenty of times, in different variations, before in the past. Be it performing surgery, or taking a life, such as right now. Breathe has he did before with her— breathe as though he had a scalpel in hand, and making an incision across a patient's skin.**

**Then it entered their sights. A big fat turkey. He remembered Dayanara loving the turkey he made, and thus he sized himself up, rolling his shoulders back. He took an arrow, and placed it to the bow's string. He briefly glanced to her, before glancing back to the turkey. Slowly, he would draw. He took a deep breath, as his mind would draw to the sensation of sliding his scalpel against flesh. The dexterity, the elegance in his sleight of hand, the way he drew seemed somewhat effortless.**

**When he pulled back, he took a moment to approximate the angle in which to shoot the bird. He trusted his skills in trigonometry, he had to cut people all the time. However archery was never a skill in which he honed.**

**He would release the arrow, and as it soared, for a moment, Henryk thought he struck that big fat bird. He had believed there was no hesitation— taking a life felt almost easy. At least, when it didn't look like you or speak like you. Instead, Henryk's folly lied in his inexperience with the bow. The arrow would whistle past the bird, alerting it, as it was quick to gobble and break into a sprint.**

**Henryk had remained in his position in silence, only letting out a sigh of disappointment.** "I missed." **He would duly note the obvious, before his gaze would slowly turn to Aylera's.**
David
*Aylera's surprise didn't come from his failure, no, she'd anticipated that. Her surprise came from the fact that he hadn't wavered whatsoever. Hazel eyes remained fixed on him during the entire moment. Henryk had done everything right, just missed. As he felt the weight of his misfortune call back onto his shoulders, she stayed quiet. His body language suggested his feelings, but not by much. The man was a carefully calculated individual, despite him slowly opening up to her. It would take some time for him to be more in tune with his emotions. Such was this process, the confidence, and the proper actions were taken, yet all were missed in a matter of moments. This was life. Aylera knew he was not unfamiliar with disappointment, but most people were unfamiliar with accepting the feeling. It wasn't to be pushed aside, it wasn't to be made into anger, it wasn't to be made into self-hatred, it just... Was. Now- Aylera was no scholar or practitioner of perfection, this was simply the wisdom passed down to her. Everyone would struggle with this idea, no one could do it perfectly, but it was beneficial to know.*

*Birds resumed their chirping as the turkey scuttled away into the distance. The elven woman suddenly broke into a smile, placing a hand on his shoulder. She laughed lightly, not at him, but at the situation.* "Indeed you did", *Allowing herself a moment to regain composure, her hand returned to her side as she stood with a stretch.* "Well, how does that make you feel? Frustrated, disappointed? All of those are natural reactions, no one would expect you to feel otherwise- I mean, they're hard to avoid, no?". *She hopped up on top of the log, extending her hand in an offer to help Henryk up.* "Those feelings are not to be disregarded, but you also mustn't make them into something they are not. Being frustrated or disappointed in missing your mark does not make you any less of what you are. It does not mean the world or the gods or whoever is against you".

"You're a smart man, smarter than myself surely. But this applies to all. No matter how one may logically reason out a situation, it doesn't erase your feelings. For instance, as much as you could see the sense in avoiding a confrontation, I'm positive you'd kill if it came to protecting your fiancée". *Aylera paused in her explanation, looking out to the forest around them.* "Unfortunately, our instincts such as those do as much harm as they do good. Speaking for myself, I find it brings self-doubt. Not immediately, but somewhere deeply rooted. To be aligned is to let these feelings simply... Wash over you. They are not to linger any longer than it takes for them to come naturally and leave just as the clouds drift by. You cannot let them take hold anywhere within you."

*Holding out her hand again, Aylera's gaze fell upon the treetops, looking up to the snippets of the sky above.* "This is not easy. But you didn't come for ease, did you Henryk?". *A breeze struck them as they stood over the undergrowth. Aylera's braids fluttered gently, her skirt only slightly ruffled. The paladin was no classic example for the class, but it was her choice to diverge from her predetermined path. With that came a broadening of horizons, and a need for expansion to understand her new duties. A gentle smile came over her lips once more as she spoke.*

"Alignment is an understanding, as much as it is a respect for the inevitable. After all, we cannot change the past nor predict the future. All our power lies in the present. Now, we must try to shoot again."
Michael
**Failure, experience, is all part of the road to success. Henryk quietly nodded as Aylera spoke, simply agreeing with the fact he indeed felt disappointed. But, even he knew he was a man not built upon purely success. There were plenty of failed alchemical solutions made, many miscalculations in quantifying ingredients in his salves, and even the deaths of patients. Lives he failed to save settled upon his hands, the grief of their loved ones weighing on his shoulders. Despite this, he moved on all the same. Honing himself so that way the chances of failure become slimmer, and the rate of success becomes larger.**

**He let out a hefty sigh, before letting out his own chuckle. Her demeanour rubbed off on him. Her playful nature had been comforting.** "Of course." **He concurred upon the topic of natural feelings, taking her hand as he pulled himself out from that crouch. He continued to listen, grip loosening on the bow as he placed himself at ease. To not let oneself become deeply emotionally invested in their shortcomings would allow them to acknowledge their faults, and move towards improving them. He understood that, and nodded his head along as she spoke.**

"No, I hadn't come for ease." **Henryk confirmed to her.** "This road isn't one that's easy." **The Doctor added, before pacing behind her as they moved. His toes digging into the soot as they moved. Initially, when having gone barefoot, he was self conscious. Now, he almost forgot he was without footwear.** 

**Henryk gave one more prompt nod.** "Well, I can promise I can shoot again." **He'd say.** "However, I can't promise my aim will true." **Henryk then added, but with it, the stifling of a chuckle to indicate he spoke from a place of non-seriousness. In all honesty, he sensed the likelihood of him even pegging an animal are slim to none. However, by now, he figured what he was learning wasn't about whether or not he could kill a turkey. It's the moment that matters. The breathing, the mindset, the willingness to let the arrow fly— to be devoid of emotion and do as one must. To be decisive is what Aylera was looking for. The exact moment where body, mind, and spirit align as one and react. To be _in the zone._ The same way a warrior on the battlefield acts with no thoughts, purely on instinct. The same way his mind, body, and spirit honed itself to elegantly cut a patient open in order to save their life. Aylera has made him aware that such an alignment existed— he has experienced it time and time again. To Henryk, this was a lesson to grow awareness that such an alignment exists.**

**This was Henryk's interpretation of the lesson. And to his mind, Henryk was picking up fast.**
David
*Fruits of the forest taste sweeter under the warmth of a crimson-colored sky.*

*The sun had fallen close to the horizon as the pair exited the forest. On her shoulder, Aylera carried a pair of hares. Each was struck in the eye, and shot by the elf as they continued their adventure in the bounds of the trees. This trip had been quite productive, with Henryk employed to carry an armful of firewood as well as a small bundle of foraged herbs and berries. Their dinner came together quickly with that, consisting of roasted rabbit and wild greens, seasoned with herbs. As they cooked and ate, the sun made its final descent under the edge of the world, casting a bold sunset haze above them. Throughout the whole process, they chattered back and forth. Aylera explained different aspects of her culture, the ecology of the forest, and spirituality within the woods. Henryk was a good listener, but the two engaged in more dialogue than anything. Their playfulness never dulled, seeming sharper as they became more well-acquainted with each others' senses of humor.*

*Once they had finished recovering from the activity of the day, twilight had fallen, leaving them standing in the light of the fire. Aylera had decided early on that this wasn't going to be the end of the day for them. She stood, stretching her muscles that had gone cold. The air was cool, but the heat of the sun had warmed the ground. Her movement rustled the clover and violet flowers that now decorated her braids. During the cooking process, she had fashioned Henryk a thin crown of clover, intermixed with yarrow flowers. He had volunteered to cook, so what else was she to do to keep her hands occupied?* 

*The elf turned to him with the flash of a grin. Refueled and re-energized, it was time for some more action.* "I want to see what you can do. You speak of magic and alchemy plenty, I want to see what you are capable of".

*Her eyes danced in the firelight, observing Henryk's face before turning to the sky. Stars sparkled above, slowly increasing in brightness as night took hold of the heavens. She whispered up to the wind a prayer in elvish,* "Great Alynthi, illuminate me". *As she spoke, she pulled a flower from a braid near her hand, which promptly withered into dust. A breeze carried away what was left of the thing, dust winking out of existence by the wind. Her eyes closed as she breathed in the scent of spring. Three soft lights blinked into existence above them, their light similar to the moonlight that slowly filled the clearing. Each light pulsed softly, a heartbeat of their existence. It was a little spell, but it gave them just enough light to see better in the darkness outside the warmth of the fire.*

*Her eyes flicked back to the doctor, turning to face him.* "What do you say? Will you spar with me? It feels like it's been ages since I've done this". *Reaching an arm across her chest, the paladin's shoulder cracked. With a flick of her head, so did her neck. Aylera's grin only intensified from there.* "You're full of surprises, Henryk, I'm practically on the edge of my seat." *Her voice rang with a genuine sort of teasing. He'd been incredibly open to the spiritual practices that Aylera carried, now it was time to test his physical ability. The elf was trained in agility and speed, as well as traditional strength. Personally, she took a more... Acrobatic approach to these traditional tactics. Her joints yearned to be utilized properly, even though they'd likely be sore and stiff tomorrow.*

"No magic. No alchemy. No more prayers. All the more fun that way, is it not?"
Michael
**The Doctor was always a better forager and scavenger as opposed to a hunter— and so when it came to the collection of herbs and berries, he would surprise Aylera with his ability to identify what was safe and what wasn't safe to eat. Paired with his knowledge of flavour profiles, and overall cooking knowledge. He recounted a time when he treated Vierna to steak back at his old clinic. He cooked for her, and he done so with glee. As the day grew old and the night young, he had taken initiative to cook. Having flayed the hares with his surgeon's skills, carefully taking out the organs and preserving the more desirable meats, Henryk would store the organs for later use. Hare was gamey, not a lot of fat, but with some spices, herbs, and a good sauce he could make it taste delicious.**

**Henryk made a wild berry sauce. Utilizing his culinary skills he cultivated, he used some of the sugar he kept within his alchemy pack, and berry juice from some of the leftover berries he collected. He cooked this sauce over a medium heat, before proceeding to cook the hares next. Using their thighs and breasts, he seasoned them well using what they've collected. He didn't rush the process, and even did so with great passion. Eventually, once the hare had been cooked through, he plated them on some stones. He poured his improvised berry sauce onto the hares and allowed the pair to feast.**

**The relaxation was nice— another aspect of spiritual alignment. Rest. He noted in his studies of Internal Alchemy the necessity to allow one to rest, as it gives time for one to mend their body, mind, and soul. Henryk hadn't removed the flower crown on his head, although finding it mildly childish, he couldn't help but laugh. Although he couldn't promise to preserve this crown, the gesture had been nice all the same.**

**Now that she had been energized once again, having digested the hare and wild berry sauce, she would surprise him. _Sparring?_ That was something he hadn't done since boot camp. He recounted he had been mediocre at best, knowing the fundamentals, but he was never someone who excelled greatly— however it was necessary to learn as a combat medic. Although hesitant at first, he would nod.** "I haven't brawled with anyone since my days in the reserves." **He would say, making an audible chuckle.** "Don't bruise me too badly. I don't want my fiancée to worry." **He added in jest, before standing.**

"I'm going to wrap my fists. I don't want to break my fingers too easily." **He would rationalize. Moving to his alchemist supplies, he pulled out a set of bandages. Wrapping his hands and wrists, he would offer some bandages for Aylera.** "You too. Protection is important." 

**Once he had been comfortable, he would let out a hefty sigh.** "I may need a prayer or two." **He would say, flashing a smile, before twisting over to her.** "Okay. Lets begin." 

**The Doctor would call on memories of his training. He would take a slightly squared stance, left leg forwards, bent slightly, ready to be risen quickly if necessary. His hands hand been risen up, wrists bent inwards slightly as the Doctor had been ready to use his forearms and elbows as protection for his face. This was a stance that was rather typical to see pugilists use— a squared stance to allow the fighter to shell up, as well as kick and keep someone away with their lead leg. It was evident Henryk had some training, and wasn't totally inexperienced.** 

**Henryk had always been a somewhat passive combatant, being someone who'd rather observe and react— a man who was more tactful, and wasn't going to run in blindly. He liked to study and breakdown what a person would do, and this situation was no exception. He anticipated he wasn't going to excel, but, he trusted Aylera wouldn't hurt him badly.** 

**He narrowed his eyes, and exhaled cooly from his mouth. He was ready to play.**
David
*They started slowly- or better said: Aylera started slowly. Her stance mimicked Henryk's, lunged in a way that kept her center of gravity low. The bandages on her wrists and hands felt odd but were not unwelcome. The elf was known to give her joints a thorough workout, and they'd likely benefit from having some of the pressure dispersed. The first swing missed, with the doctor dodging swiftly. Her grin grew, and from there they picked up the pace.*

*Blows blocked, kicks dodged, and the two began to pick up steam. Once he began to strike back, Aylera's heart quickened. To escape one of his attempts, Aylera pivoted on the ball of her foot, tossing herself backward as he lunged for her. A swift back handspring allowed her to escape, the motion having her land on her hands, splitting her legs midway through. With an immediate push off of her shoulders and hands, she back onto her feet in a flash of motion. With a shake of her head to fix her braids, the elf was practically giddy with adrenaline.*

"Now that's what I'm talking about doctor, not bad at all!"

*Moving on, Aylera increased the pace again, dropping lower to attempt to sweep Henryk's legs from underneath him. He dodged. Good. When he hopped away, she twisted to the side in a deep lunge. Pushing off of one foot, she kicked hard over her head, using a side aerial to keep him on his toes. The motion flipped her to the opposite direction of where the doctor had moved. She wasted no time in throwing another set of blows, which he effectively blocked, but would likely leave a nice bruise.*

"Catch me if you can!"

*Henryk had gotten close to hitting her many times now, with her agility being her saving grace. Close calls made her even more excited, and the two were breathing hard now due to all the jumping around. Unfortunately for Henryk, his stature was his downfall in this instance. Over time, the paladin had gotten a feel for his center of gravity, and it was her next target. Their shoe-less brawl was quite different than what she assumed he was used to during his time in the military. The anatomy of the foot was built to be used in different ways in/outside of shoes. Aylera happened to prefer the freedom of mobility. Her balance felt stronger this way, utilizing a full range of motion.*

*In a flurry, the two were back at it, dancing at an ever-increasing pace. Aylera had begun to sweat, her grin fading into focus. As he went to strike her, she dove backward again, but this time extremely low to the ground. Rolling back, the elf pushed off her hands into a handstand, stepping down with her non-dominant leg to support her as she twisted her hips to land a kick with her dominant to Henryk's supporting leg. Twirling around again, she switched legs, using her foot to push Henryk over. It landed on the front of his shoulder, and the elf leaned in, using her body weight more than anything to guide him onto his back.*

*Breathing heavily, she stepped back, a bright smile crossing over her lips again. Giving him a moment to collect himself, Aylera made her way over to Henryk slowly, resting her hands on her hips.* "Well, you can hold your own quite well I see. That was some good work". *She offered him a hand, braids jingling in a much more disheveled state. Once he was standing, the paladin closed her eyes, breathing deeply for a few seconds before looking up at the lights she had produced. Their gentle light continued to pour over the clearing, pulsing softness as they hung in the air. Her adrenaline calmed, leaving her feeling the weight of exhaustion in her muscles.*
Michael
**Henryk was clumsy at first— or she was simply more agile than anticipated. The soldiers he had to wrestle with were more brutish in their methods, and often times it worked. When he threw his lead left, the jab, at Aylera, she slipped him seamlessly.**

**She tiptoed around him— she moved like a butterfly, with no weight whatsoever. Whatever he attempted she seemed to have a response. He threw a right cross, she would slip. If he threw a leg kick from his rear leg, she would simply sweep and pivot away. It was somewhat frustrating— where at first he was hesitant, now he was annoyed. He disliked this feeling. Where normally he had been accepting of the fact he was no grand warrior, his pride otherwise would bark at him. What sort of man was he to be if he couldn't protect his fiancée? He needed to be ready— accurate, precise. His stance adjusted to hit this mindset, now standing more bladed for improved verticality, to speed back and forth more easily. His left hand took lead, with his shoulder ready to block as he lunged forwards and threw his jab for her nose. She then responded with leaning her body back, before rolling into a summersault.**

**He showed a flash of frustration— no, _anger_ before quickly using his lead leg to push himself backwards to avoid her leg sweep. Sweat beads rolled off his forehead as he released a heavy breath. His mind lingering to the battlefield— remembering how he once wrestled an enemy soldier off one of his ally's. A sword firmly placed into the enemy's abdomen. He recalled all that death, the carnage, the horrors which he once experienced. How he had to wade through arrow fire and combatant's swords in order to grab wounded men and pull them to safety. War had laid itself deep in Henryk's mind— the hopelessness, the loss of life in large quantities, the trauma which comes with it... The way he fought now, before Aylera, foretold his story.**

**He would try to catch her, whatever he threw continued to miss because of this rigidness. Where she was lose, he was stiff. Being stiff made him sluggish, and due to this sluggishness he was easy to read. She dipped again, and his body would fall to the ground. He had laid onto his back, body thudding hard as he let out a quick gasp.**

**He remembered this feeling. When that stray arrow imbedded itself deep into his centre mass. His body falling and thudding against the ground. The way the earth had been used as a force to inflict further damage as his body laid limp. It was the injury which resulted in his honourable discharge— where he retired from the soldier life. He remembered how the wind was knocked out of his body— how hard it was to breathe. However with great fortune, she broke his fall.**

**He laid on the floor for a moment in silent contemplation. Why couldn't he hit her? He thought about how weightless she was— a butterfly. How she almost floated with grace. Then he thought about at the beginning. How she stretched, how she moved with this playfulness. She was fluid like water and moved like air. Her strength hadn't come from being rigid, and hitting as hard as she could. No, she used motion as a means to generate power.**

**His eyes widen. That's what he was missing. This wasn't a fight to the death, this was simply the art of play. He needed to place the war outside his mind and simply let his body move. He thought about her physics, the way she danced— he thought about how an arrow, typically weightless, had the capacity to kill when it soared through the air. Perhaps he needed to be the same way. To simply let himself be, and to be within _this_ moment, instead of linger upon moments long gone.**

**Henryk sat up, before sweeping his hair back.** "I get it." **He simply stated, before slowly rising to his feet.** "I understand why I couldn't touch you." **He then added, before looking to his left hand, balling it into a fist. He took a deep sigh, before looking to Aylera.**

"You're done already?" **He would say, before punching his fist into the palm of his right.** "I believe its time we expand our arsenal, no?" **He would suggest.** "I want to experience everything— I want to understand what it is I'm still missing in my _alignment._"

**Henryk let his hands hang by his side.** "Alchemy. Magic. Prayers. Mind. Body. Soul. Lets use it all. I want... To have fun."
David
*Slowly regaining her breath, Aylera's gaze returned to Henryk. She watched him think, though it must be at lightning speed. His realization came quickly, he really was a genius. Determination and a quick mind were a lethal combination, and clearly, the doctor was more than equipped to use both to his full advantage. A few stray braids had made their way out of her bigger updo, and she flicked them out of her face before pursing her lips. Oh? He was challenging her now, to use the full extent of their powers. Her eyebrow instinctively raised, especially since she had never seen alchemy used in action. A smile broke her expression, but her curiosity and his phrasing changed it to something more playful. With a dip of her head, she obliged.*

"Well, I can't say no when you've got the determination of a boulder tumbling down a hill. Alright, Henryk. Let's play". *Her eyes moved over him, accessing the details in his eyes. Yes, those were the ones of someone on the brink of illumination. Aylera turned and moved her arms in large circles, backward and forward, her shoulders complaining about her roughness on them.* "We will continue with hand-to-hand, just using everything but weapons, yes?" 

*Facing away from him, she leaned back, stretching her back with her arms above her head. A hum escaped her, the audible manifestation of the tingle deep in her heart. Exhilaration. This training wasn't just for him, it seemed. It dawned on Aylera that she needed this as well. She needed to move her body, she needed to meditate, she needed to help someone else. The night sky above them seemed to agree with a resounding message from Alynthi in the adrenaline coursing through her veins. She felt lighter than before, despite having just tossed herself around.*

*Although she could do most of her skills on both legs, she preferred her left- which was now upset with her. Aylera lowered herself into a lunge to target the angry muscle, which calmed relatively quickly.* "Do you need to prepare anything? I'm quite curious to see your alchemical skills at work so I can better understand them. Aside from what you've told me about it, I know next to nothing". *She let out a lighthearted laugh before sliding into the splits. The position was less of a test of flexibility, once she had spent hours every day for a few months sitting in a much more intense variation purely so she'd never have to work so hard for mobility again. Now it was a test of strength, keeping her muscles pulled tight so she had the strength and balance to stay upright with no assistance. There is no safety in flexibility otherwise.*

*The elf kept herself there as she observed Henryk more, only moving to repeat the process on the opposite leg and to lay down in the middle splits. It may have been unnecessary, but it wouldn't hurt. Plus, it allowed her closeness to the earth without looking entirely odd. In her worst mental moments, she had once taken to laying face down in the middle of the woods. As the doctor went about his preparations, her eyes followed him closely. Occasionally, she spoke quick prayers to her goddess, but otherwise left herself to be a fly on the wall. Aylera was as ready as she'd ever be.*
Michael
**The Doctor flashed a grin.** "Of course. However, I will be putting in the effort to contest you." **Henryk had then said— making it clear he didn't intend to pull his punches. The Doctor, who had built a sweat up at this point, grabbed the bottom edges of his tunic before taking it off, depositing near his personal effects. His upper body full exposed, as Aylera would be witness to the physique he had been building. She could see the muscle insertions of his back, his uneven abdominals and pronounced V-taper. His body was almost reminiscent to that of a sculpture— beautiful. His Concubus genetics blessed him, as Duuna's curse had been a bewitching one, born to seduce and consume onlookers, it was the Goddess of Love whom mended this curse.**

**Sweeping his raven hair back, he had laced his black leather gloves onto his hands, gold studs at his knuckles. From his Alchemist pack, he collected a syringe with gold trimmings, filled with a pale red fluid. The Alchemist would stand, before placing the needle to his arm.** "An experimental formula of mine... Recently, myself and my partner have been studying blood and its properties. We've learned a lot— See, they're a Hemomancer. Illegal here, but the practice is permitted in Lazaroth. I am blessed that they wish to use such macabre arts for good. We have learned certain blood types are compatible with one another, while other blood types are not. We've learned that there is a difference in magical inclination between different blood types— High Elves being one of the races with the highest potential for magical inclination." **Henryk pushed the needle into his arm, poking one of his veins, before pushing the pale red solution into himself. Slowly, the needled emptied, before he would deposit the needle onto the ground.**

**Now looking to Aylera, he would hold this smile. She would visibly see the injection point would seal shut, the flesh having women together. The veins around his eyes would grow more pronounced, his vascularity noticeably increasing. Finally, his irises would turn from rounded black orbs into cat-like slits in a rather sudden and almost dramatic fashion.**

**Henryk would expand his arms out, before taking a deep breath, rocking his head back slowly.** "Yes... I _feel_ it. The way that the ambient magic in the air enters my pores." **His head would then jerk forwards to eyeball Aylera. He would raise a hand up before balling it into a fist.**

"I understand the composition of my blood. And thus, have learned to change it to match the quality of other races." **Henryk finally revealed, before bringing his two hands together.**

"Thank you for this. I am ready to begin." **The Doctor spoke thusly. His hands would rise up, forming a triangle. His index finger of his right hand would slant downwards to form a line in the middle of the triangle. With this, he evoked the Alchemical symbol for air.**

`"Investiture of Wind."`

**His words carried power, as suddenly air billowed around him, snuffing out the fire which lit ablaze at their campfire— darkness enveloping the pair. Henryk, having previously evoked this spell in the form of a alchemical salve, had done it again but this time evoking it through casting. The Alchemist made a wide smile, audibly chuckling.** "It worked! What is Sorcery but Alchemy internalized?!" **He would exclaim, before taking a bladed stance, hopping in place.** "How exhilarating!" 

"Lets enjoy the moment, Aylera!" **He would say with the widest of grins, inviting her to make the first move.**
David
*The paladin stood, eyes wide as the doctor effectively stabbed himself with magical essence. She trusted the doctor's wisdom, but his transformation was startling, to say the least. It seemed... Unnatural, yet also following apparently every law of nature. If he had broken them, well, she wondered after the byproducts of their experiments. Aylera's hair went flying in the wind, causing her to brace herself. Knees bent, ears ringing from the gust, the elf watched Henryk's demeanor shift. This breed of magic was new to her- aside from its obvious innovative strategy. His energy had shifted, and his eyes particularly unsettled her. Well, at least they wouldn't have to worry about visibility in the dark.*

*Aylera's vision adjusted as she readied herself. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips, but her expression was focused now. Her shirt rippled in the air, and she swiftly tied it down. Midriff now exposed, her abdominal muscles were on display. They carved through her, a display of her agility and stability, all of her acrobatic power centered on its strength. Her breath too, was more pronounced. The elf didn't breathe into her chest, but into her stomach, its rise and fall tightly controlled. Despite being offered the first move, it was clear she was on the defensive now. She crouched low, resting on the ball of her right foot, left extended straight. One hand pressed into the earth, one behind her palm facing up to the sky as if reaching for her goddess in all aspects of her domain. Through the thundering wind, Aylera's voice rang out as she spoke to the Mother in elvish.*

"O' great Mother, allow me to weave, allow me your protection! Grace me with your ***Circle of power***".

*The slither of words off her tongue brought forth a shimmer in the air surrounding her, invoking a tingle as the magical wind swirled around them. Her bubble was small, just surrounding her body with enough room to compensate for her range of motion, but her concentration was tight. The spell required focus, an intention at the very least. Her balance relied not on physical strength but on the addition of mental and spiritual fortitude. With a deep inhale, her eyes met Henryk's figure, surveying her options.*

*In a moment, the decision was made. She lunged for him, seemingly head-on, but quickly twisted to attempt to approach from his left side. Aylera may be light on her feet, but the wind opposed her, requiring a deeper lean into her movement. Her eyes were forced to narrow in its wake, but her vision remained unobscured. What was he capable of in this form? It seemed she'd find out sooner rather than later.*
Michael
**Unnatural, but followed the rules of nature. That was the perfect way to describe Henryk's alchemy. The way he bent its laws to form exceptions in the rules. The way he was willing to twist and contort his being in order to fulfill a certain need or desire. This was the mad genius of Doctor Henryk at display. His heart began to pump, as he gave this toothy grin as she evoked her _Circle of Power._ He could feel the way her divine radiance shedded off from her form, how the winds in which he commanded seemed to lose power around her— Henryk could recognize the magic school being used. Abjuration Magic.**

**He analyzed, watching how her magic wrapped around her and her immediate area in a bubble. A demi-sphere. A _circle._ The circle was a shape he was familiar with when conducting ritual circles. It protected, it looped feedback, and it contained— it this shape had no angles; it possessed no rigidness. It was smooth, _perfect._**

**Magic circles possessed four core parts. A Source, a Shape, a Target, and a Sink. Both traditional and modern interpretations of ritual circles possessed these qualities— he used them all the time in the arts of Alchemy. The Source, Aylera herself. It had been the prayer she evoked from her essence which formed this circle. The Shape, _a circle._ For the previous reasons discussed, Henryk had figured its properties were meant to contain the spell within a certain radius— contained within its shape. If the spell broke its shape, it would become weaker as it thinned. Like a broken cup spilling water. The target was the space within the circle— the area filled inside of it this divine energy the Source, Aylera, released in order to empower herself and diminish his own magic. Finally the _Sink._ A sink was used to reduce and deflect magic backlash. Again, the Shape which she evoked worked for this. It not only contained magical overspill, it also deflected it— Abjuration magics were known for absorbing and deflecting magic after all.**

**For all these reasons, this is why the _Circle_ was the perfect casting shape. Henryk couldn't help but admire the display of her magic— his grin widening more, devilishly so.**

**Where typically he was a passive individual, he couldn't help but want to stretch his legs and act. As she moved, he entered her radius as the wind began to lessen— the nature of the wind however wasn't caused by evocation magic. No, this was _transmutation_ magic, and he had summoned this wind from nature itself instead of evoking it. For this, so long as he held concentration upon this _investiture,_ his hold wouldn't wane as exponentially as anticipated.**

**She came for his left side. Having been in this bladed stance of his, he back foot, his right one, would push off the ground as his body would twist into a kick. The way his leg snapped up at her was fast— faster than before, giving the Paladin mere moments to spare as he came for her side. The Doctor reduced the wind resistance around him limb allowed him to move with such incredible agility. He could have increased the pressure around his leg for a stronger, harder blow, but he wanted to entertain a battle of dexterity.**

`Let the dance begin.`
David
*The tempo had picked up. Henryk moved faster than she'd anticipated. It made sense if she had thought about it more, but now wasn't the time for thought. Aylera's mind was consumed by her prayer. Her heartbeat quickened in return, organic adrenaline spiking through her as she barely dodged in time. Her chest dropped as if gravity had turned off, ducking underneath the leg that seemed to fly at speeds greater than the birds of prey that soared above grasslands. Henryk's leg caught her hair, whistling just above the edge of her ear, threatening to take the braids with him. That was close. Too close. His abilities seemed impossible, but he obeyed every natural law she had ingrained into her. Up close, his muscles seemed to visibly pulse due to their pronounced veins, as if each had their own heart. It looked wrong- as if they were under enough tension that they'd snap at her at any moment. She'd be willing to argue that they would, given the chance. How does one take this down?*

*Now, as she had just narrowly escaped his kick, she pivoted again in an attempt to subdue his leg with hers. Her magical resistance to the wind assisted her, but he was so quick now that her precision felt duller. The elf grit her teeth as the pressure between their spells grew, as if the elements surrounding them were unsure which way to bend. Keeping her chest low, her supporting leg bent, monopolizing every ounce of contact it had with the ground.*

*Twisting her torso, Aylera attempted something that appeared risky. She intended to catch Henryk's knee, utilizing her hips' wide range of motion. Her left knee came up from behind as it attempted to hook onto his. It was a test. A test of his speeds, of hers, of the strength dynamic between them. As much as she was agile, she wouldn't win on strength alone. She needed momentum. The hook wasn't meant to injure, no. It was meant to manipulate.*

*As she reached with her lower body, she pulled in her arms. Physics was anyone's game now, as much as she knew what she was doing, his body clearly weighed more than hers, and she had no idea how else he could possibly manipulate the space between them. In the worst-case scenario- that she could think of in a matter of breaths, her leg would fall and she'd dive out of the way. Who knows what fate had in store, but for now, she was eternally grateful to be barefoot. Her ankles felt much more stable when they were free to adjust on tiny levels. Shoes just stifled her ability to flex her tendons, and she needed them to function properly now more than ever.*

*This dance was a quickstep. Each moving to the beat of their pumped-up hearts, following the tune of wind whirling around them. Their moves were fast as a frenzy, yet calculated and as precise as brainpower would allow. The syncopation of each intention seemed to ring amidst the trees, and Aylera could no longer hear the normal nighttime songs made of crickets and foliage. Now, all she heard were the drums of her heart pounding for her to focus.*
Michael
**She ducked low.**

**Henryk's body would travel through with the kick as it soared over her head, his body travelling through with the pivot before finally grounding himself, back facing her as his gaze looked over his shoulder. He was in a compromised position, as she had approached in order to hook their legs. Henryk, being a fledgling in the martial arts compared to the Paladin, wouldn't be able to react in time before being hooked knee to knee.**

**Henryk's mind reacted fast— he remembered earlier when she had tripped him and he made ground fall. He recalled the sensation of the wind getting knocked from his lungs, and how it'd leave him open for a coup de grâce if he hadn't been careful. _However,_ perhaps falling is what he needed to do right about now.**

**As she used her leg to manipulate his own leg, the balance he had breaking, he would instead allow himself to fall backwards to slip out of her leg hook— a similar fashion to what she had anticipated on doing herself if she were to be overpowered. Utilizing the experience of Aylera breaking his fall for him earlier; when his back was about to make contact with the soot, the wind which he commanded broke his fall, cushioning him from landing on the earth too hard, followed with his body rolling backwards to get him into a crouched position. He looked up at her, before letting out a laugh— he was having fun! It was truly an enlightening experience to conceptualize one's strength!**

**He finally felt it— the fever of combat. He wasn't possessed by hauntings from the past. He was no longer weak. He had built his own strength through his trials, and now finally got to experience the fruits of his labour. This was more than he could ever expect— how far his Alchemy— no, more than just Alchemy... How far _he_ has come.**

**Lowering a hand to his side, he would swing upwards, raising his body to a stand at the same time, with his hand bladed as though he was cutting at the air. The wind which traveled behind his hand would warp, and form a crescent of air as he'd launch it at Aylera— this spell he used hadn't been that of _Rend_ or _Biological Rend_, instead pressurized air which had been launched at the Paladin like a blunt force coming to slam into her.**

**The swing was telegraphed— there was an evident charge up also, as it was clear it was perhaps the first time he had ever devised such a technique. One that needed much refinement. She would have ample amount of time to react, however the ferocity which the wind carried itself was akin to a tempest.**

**The Doctor was learning...**
David
*Aylera could see Henryk's mind working through his eyes. She may have only caught a glimmer of it as he fell, but it was apparent to her. The eyes were the gateway to the mind, and in the heat of battle, it was difficult to conceal one's thoughts when observed up close. His piercing blue eyes seemed clearer, glimmering with all sorts of exhilaration. Henryk's laugh gave it away as well. He was no longer burdened by his mind, and the elf was more than aware of how much weight a heavy heart had.*

*Bouncing back as the man swung, she heard the air pick up speed, twisting into a column before forming that crescent shape. The feeling of air around her twisted in this maladapted form, and her bubble shimmered more and more, the magic of whatever had been launched at her strong and threatening to take her down. Aylera had time- but not much of it. Her mind whirled, dozens of options arising and disregarded in milliseconds. She lunged as if rooting herself to the ground as she made a choice. She needed more time- but the wind rose, biding an action.*

*Aylera wasn't strong enough to dispel the wind, nor did she think she could effectively counter it. The singing it made indicated it was much too strong for her own wind-based spell. Her choice was made, she'd try to avoid it. Her shimmering bubble disintegrated, leaving her prone as she spoke loudly, falling to her knee with her hand on her chest as the wind threatened to blow her away .* "Alynthi, let me ***Move***", *Freedom of movement was what she needed. Now, she needed to move fast.*

*Can't go through it, can't go around it, her options were to either go over or under it. Not ideal. In this case, it seemed best to try to go over it. With a deep breath, she cleared her mind, a smooth breath ripping through her before she tore into a run. She was going to try a new technique as well. With a flick of her wrist, combined with an inaudible prayer, a barely visible platform sprang to life about four feet in the air just ahead and to the right of her. It shimmered in its magical nature and looked rather... Unstable. Nevertheless, the paladin threw herself into a front flip, landing on the platform for a sliver of a second before it vanished, disintegrating under the pressure of her force and the wind. Freedom of movement allowed her velocity to continue forward at least, and she pushed off the feeble thing just as she landed on it, another springing up another few feet above the mass of wind heading straight for her. This one didn't hold for quite as long. As her feet landed on it, it dissolved. With a yelp, Aylera twisted in the air, plummeting to the ground from a grand total of seven feet above. Instinct took over her and she managed to get her feet underneath her body. Her commotion garnered her a weak shield, a primal reaction to the circumstance, though it did little to break the fall.*

*As she hit the ground, her joints screamed, the heels of her feet carving into the soft earth beneath her as she kicked herself into a roll. Roll she did, flipping over herself with excess momentum which ended with her lying face-down in the grass. It took her a moment to regain her sense of self. The elf's ears rang, heart thundering. In the heat of the absolute surge of adrenaline, she managed to push herself onto her hands and knees, coughing as all of the air had been knocked out of her lungs. She may not have broken anything to her immediate knowledge, but her joints ached through all the endorphins and an old injury in her right ankle made its presence known once more.*

*A hoarse laugh escaped her lips once she finished getting breath back into her lungs. Her body felt as if it vibrated. Gods, what a show.*
Michael
**The Doctor watched as he'd see her drop the Circle of Power in exchange for mobility. He analyzed how the... Lets call it the "Air Rend", was avoided by Aylera. By having jumped up, utilizing a barrier as a means of a platform, to then jump even further over the Air Rend, avoiding it all together, was a creative use of Abjuration magic he would've never conceived of.**

**Brilliant. Just _brilliant._ Doctor Henryk recognized the Paladin's attempts at experimentation and development of her technique. This was as much of a learning experience for him as it was for her. He intentionally gave Aylera a moment to recover— this wasn't a _true_ fight after all, where her moment of respite would be utilized as a moment of exploitation. No, for the sake of longevity, he allowed her to stand up.**

**However he didn't idle. He recognized that such a large, dramatic attack would leave him open for counterattack, as well gave away his intentions. He would need to downsize and become precise... _Like an arrow._ The Doctor's mind thought back to earlier today— how the arrow broke wind to maximize speed and power. He would think back to the wind, by focusing wind, one could generate more force via pressure. _Pressure_ was a weapon all of its own, which the Doctor would attempt to improvise with.**

**As the Paladin now had risen, he took it as a sign she was ready to continue. Henryk would raise a hand, curling his index, and pressing it to his thumb— as though a locking mechanism, loading his shot while his index was the chamber. Extending his arm and wrist out. Concentrating on his index finger, the wind which danced around him had been focused onto this one point, before finally Henryk had released and extended his index, flicking it.**

**The air "Arrow", almost invisible to the naked eye, save for the fact that one could see the air morph around its motion, would soar and threaten to strike Aylera upon centre mass. This concentrated pressure, if its mark was true, would leave a serious bruise— as though an arrow with a blunt tip was striking the Paladin just mere moments after she managed to stand again.**

**Doctor Henryk found a means to play at a distance more effectively now— the way he adapted, and overcame obstacles was developing live as they fought. Henryk knew he was at his weakest when they were close, and thus would only engage in hand-to-hand if he was pinned and forced into that situation. He had his strategy now— and he saw his "Win condition." He needed to wear her down until he could land his decisive blow. Her "Win condition", in Henryk's mind, would be to catch him and stop him before it was too late.**

**The Chess pieces were all falling into place...**
David
*Aylera was exhausted. It felt as if the magic conducted through her veins had run dry- but perhaps that was the fact that she barely had time to breathe. Her vision swam as she stood, her right ankle threatening to give way. The elf looked to Henryk just as he... Shot something at her? She could barely register her surroundings as she felt the now familiar gust move in her direction. Whatever it was, it was way too fast for her. There was no dodging it, she simply didn't have the energy. The act of standing alone was depleting her already empty energy, her usual bouncy responses were no longer feasible.*

*Instead, Aylera feebly muttered only the name of her mother goddess,* "***Alynthi***". *Her words were barely audible, just a whisper amidst the screaming wind that soared at her. In her remaining seconds before impact, she managed to stagger a solid few centimeters to the side- a rather pitiful attempt. A weak little shield surrounded her but it was nothing in the face of whatever this was. Sucking in her breath, she prepared for impact. The elf was struck on her right side, her lower ribs taking the brunt of the force, which to her thanks saved her from more insufferable moments without air in her lungs.*

*Her exposed skin screamed, the pressurized air felt as if it... Burned? It was difficult to describe the sensation, but she was knocked onto her back again, where she lay, nearly motionless save for the rise and fall of her chest as she let the pain wash over her. She was done. There was no continuing after that, even if she weren't seriously injured- plus, that wasn't the point anyway. In her silent state, she commended Henryk for his talents, and how he had made so much progress in only a day of practice. Aylera smiled to herself, up to the stars, at Alynthi. She gave wordless thanks to the Mother, she was right, Alynthi* ***Had*** *Smiled upon Henryk. It was a pleasant sight, observing her diety welcome someone so... Foreign.*

*Aylera lay there for a long time, regaining some strength before sitting up and surveying her condition. She was utterly exhausted, every muscle in her refusing to cooperate nicely. Her ribs were bruised, but through some uncomfortable feeling, she found nothing to be broken or damaged. Her right ankle was mildly swollen, but that was no surprise- she always joked it had the temperament of a particularly temperamental child. More bruises seemed to pop up here and there, but it seemed everything else was in order.*

*Looking back at the man, her vision readjusted itself. He was truly finding his alignment. Aylera was no mind-reader nor expert on the mind, but she knew he was figuring it out, she knew he'd only grow from here.*
Michael
**Letting out a lengthy exhale, Henryk would look upon Aylera as she actively struggled to stand on her feet. He felt conflicted... How was it that he was struggling before, and now, it was she who had been struggling against him? Did the gap between them shrink that quickly due to magic?**

**Henryk would laps his hands together, forming that same hand sign he had done before to evoke Investiture of Wind, relinquishing his control over the spell as the harsh winds would dispel, allowing the air to become gentle once again.**

**The Doctor approached Aylera, his guard had been lowered now as he had looked upon his friend with a slight frown— he didn't think he could deal so much damage, or, rather, he thought she could handle it. That she was... Stronger? The Doctor wasn't exactly sure how he should interpret the situation, but, regardless, he would undo what he had done to Aylera now that it was all said and done.** 

"Don't move." **He spoke as she laid down. He stood over her before making hand signs. He evoked the alchemical symbol for water, an upside down triangle. Next he evoked Earth, crossing a finger through his inverted triangle. Slowly, he then signed Gold, a circle, then finally Phosphorus, signing an invisible cross. With these elements evoked, he would speak thusly,** `"Heal."` **A pale pink hue would surround Aylera, as her tissue would wove and mend, her body healing rapidly as the Doctor watched with an inquisitive eye.**

**He's made healing salves so often, he knew there effects, and used them on himself for testing purposes time and time again— he knew how the salve worked when introduced to a body, and how it was produced. With this insight, is able to internalize his Alchemy and cast like that of a Sorcerer.**

**Having mended Aylera's wounds, he would offer her a hand.** "I think we're done for this evening." **The Doctor would tell the Paladin. It was odd, how it was he who declared their tussle over and not her. Was he simply unable to conceptualize his own strength?**

**He would think on it for a moment, before simply smiling to Aylera.** "You've made me realize the depth of my abilities, Aylera." **He would tell her.** "Without your assistance, I do not imagine I'd have gotten where I am now."
David
*The paladin returned Henryk's smile. She allowed him to help her up, her body calmed by the medicinal magic he produced. She was decently well-versed in that sort, but his abilities still caught her by surprise. Night had thoroughly swallowed the world around them, and her exhaustion still plagued her despite the physical healing he had graciously provided. Once on her feet, Aylera took a moment to make her hair slightly less messy, though there was no hope of progress on that front until she could properly wash and detangle it again. As he spoke, she dipped her head respectfully and offered him a gentle pat on the back. Her smile was soft, akin to that of an impressed older sibling.*

"Mmm, I'm sure you have all that and more inside of you Henryk. Your words are kind- and I take them humbly, but know that you were capable of this from the start. So often it is a blockage of doubt or apprehension that inhibits our growth. Thank you for trusting me, your gifts are really quite incredible."

*On that note, the two fell into their hammocks. Aylera was more than ready for a rest. The plan for the next few days was simple. She'd take them to a local waterfall to wash in the pools surrounding it, and then they'd attempt hunting again, followed by another sparring session. Thank Alynthi for her blessings upon the two. Her faith called for a prayer before her rest. After only a minute or two of contemplation directed up at the stars, she fell into a dreamless sleep.*

*The following morning blanketed the clearing in sunlight again, the warmth and light of day rousing Aylera from her slumber. She rose just as the sunrise filtered above the treeline. To begin her day, she sat cross-legged near the ruins of the previous night's fire. There, she combed through her hair, leaving it loose and wavy, a mass of glittering silver and metal adornments from it littering the grass beside her. During the sort of meditative state, she always seemed to fall into while doing anything to her hair, a thought had come to her. She wasn't sure how well it would work, but it was worth trying. Once Henryk was ready, she rose to begin today's journey, gathering the shimmering objects before the two would venture over to a location nearby.*

"I know of a lovely place to wash and reflect, it's not far. We can gather some items for our meals today as well." *She gestured in the opposite direction they had ventured in the previous day.* "I have an idea for you to try there. I wonder if you could try to use the waterfall there to better connect with this newfound magic you're using. The water is cool, and rushing, soothing to the body, as you'd know. It is a meditative practice I used to do myself, to better connect the mind and soul."

*Her eyes flickered over the man. Adjusting to the feeling of magic coursing through one's veins was often quick in the initial experience, but a true connection to it, when not an innate feeling in one's body was a far steeper learning curve. That being said, she was the least concerned over Henryk's ability to learn. From personal experience, though, it was much more personal than just a connection during combat. For her, it offered a connection to Alynthi, the precious source of her abilities and soothing to her ever so often plagued mind. The practice had aided the processing that came with her declaration of oath. Even if it didn't resonate with him, the only foreseeable consequence was cleanliness.*
Michael
**After their bout, and sleeping in their hammocks, Henryk would have a hard time falling asleep immediately. He laid in the hammock, rocking back and forth, as he looked to the sky, watching the leaves rustle. The stars painted the world above him, as he was coming down from the high of battle— the Mutation salve wearing off as his eyes grew softer, and much less tense. His ability of night vision waning as the beast within faded away. When the salve wore off, he would have a crash— suddenly falling asleep with ease.**

**He would dream of home— Of Vierna. He would dream of himself and his wife, with a child running about. He could see their paler purple complexion, paired with his and Vierna's irradiant blue eyes. It'd be a girl— he had mentally conditioned himself to hope that they'd have a daughter, knowing that she'd live an easier life in Lazaroth. However, even if it were to be a boy, it would mean he'd have more time to teach the lad his skills as a Doctor, as there'd be no courtly expectations of him. Regardless— he yearned for a family. He could see Vierna with their beautiful child, sitting on the couch at her private quarters, reading stories to them while Henryk himself would be present. Something simple. Something close.**

**That's all he wants. A life where he could improve his skills, so that he could best serve his family as a man.**

**The sun rose, and he woke up. It was rare for him to have a _good_ dream. Whenever he did dream, it usually was that of war or of demons. But today, he had a skip in his step as he got out the hammock. His beautiful blue eyes would be kissed by the rays of the sun. The wintery wonderland held in his gaze illuminated by Solaris's grace. Aylera was waiting, and it was time to continue this retreat of theirs.**

"Excellent . I still feel the sweat and grime on my body." **He would comment in regards to bathing. He would begin to follow along, lagging slightly behind. He brought spare clothes which he would switch into after a good soak.** 

"Ah?" **He rose a brow to the prospect of using the water fall for magic.** "Unfortunately, my magic is quiet minimal without the use of those salves I made." **He'd admit.** "My magical inclination by itself is negligible. If you give me a moment, I can bring a salve with me. I'll have one more leftover after that." **He then paused, before letting out a huff.** "Lest you want me to try _without_ the salve." **He would then rationalize.** "I see where you're getting at. Okay. I won't use my Alchemy."

**He now followed with her, mentally preparing what was to come next.**
David
*The warmth of sunlight dappled Aylera's cheeks as she led them to the little falls. She stayed shoeless, the light pitter-patter of footsteps along the forest floor filled with nostalgia. It was a quick walk, a maximum of 15 minutes as she calmed her speed to accommodate Henryk's lack of experience traversing the woods and the morning sluggishness still plagued her muscles. Her hair, now freed, billowed out behind her in a thick curtain of waves, a slight shine in its texture capturing the light filtering from above, bringing forth the warmth in its chestnut hue. They followed another overgrown deer path, tip-toeing over brambles and nettles that had overstepped their bounds. Further into the spring, these paths would be better carved as the young ventured from their parents. Aylera always saw the creatures as an inspiration, leaving delicate marks on the land they inhabited without imprinting too much of a mess- so long as the wolves ate their fill of them. The delicate balance of life amid Alynthi's creations cultivated the wood elf's dedication to the goddess, allowing insight into the beauty of nature's complexities.*

*The burble of water could be heard in the stillness of morning from a few minutes' walk away, growing ever stronger as the two approached the location. A waterfall spanning only about nine feet high poured into a shallow pool, which radiated outward into a small lake that fed into a wide creek. At only about five feet at its deepest, the pool was filled with crystal clear water that was cool to the touch. It wasn't cold, but its movement fended off the sun's heat well enough to keep it refreshing under the heat descending from the parted clouds above. The pool poured out into the creek slowly, moving just enough to carry away small objects if allowed.*

"Ah, here we are, Henryk! Still as exquisite as I remember, how lovely".

*The elven woman eagerly stepped into the edge of the pool, the water gently lapping at her ankles. She let out a sigh of contentment, stretching her shoulders above her head as she turned back to face Henryk.* "Now, it is helpful to have a goal when going into a meditation. It needs not to be anything complicated, nor should it be, but having an idea of what one wants to ponder helps to aid the mind in its direction". *Her explanation ceased there, allowing the man to consider what was said. Aylera returned back toward the tree line, a basket she had made and taken with resting in the crook of her elbow.* "I will let you take your time. During that, I'll be around seeing what is ripe for our meals," *Her lips curved into a gentle smile of encouragement. She wouldn't go far, and the forest was quiet enough that if one were to scream, she'd certainly hear it. That being said, there was almost certainly no trouble lurking around, and Henryk was more than capable of taking care of it. Still, it was better to be safe than sorry.*

"Perhaps your experience was different, but the act of being the conduit of magic is certainly something unique. I hope you can take some time to become better acquainted with it and to really learn from the recollection of not only how it serves, but *Feels* To wield". *A small hum escaped her as she twirled herself around in preparation to leave him to his mind's devices. Before she departed, she leaned against the knotted trunk of a nearby willow. Her hazel eyes, freckled with a green hue that matched their surroundings, washed over him with the gentleness of empathy.* "Do not let whatever is in your head frighten you, the Mother knows just how afraid I was at first. Remember, alignment is akin to comradery among the various parts of you".
Michael
**Lagging along slightly, when finally coming into the view of the waterfall, he would watch as the water crashed constantly— meeting the bottom and carrying the water down the stream. His feet instinctually moved towards the shoreline, before hastily rolling his pants up calf high; he followed Aylera's footsteps and entered the water as well. Ah! It was rather chilly— he was use to hot baths back at the estate, it's been awhile since he took one cold.**

"So, you wish for me just to stay here and meditate?" **He would confirm with her, looking over to her with this inquisitive gaze. He was more use to meditating in a quieter place, typically in his laboratory back home where he was largely undisturbed. He practiced meditation as a part of his Internal Alchemy, so meditating outside in nature was going to be different. The way the water crashed, initially to his mind, was going to be bothersome. The way the trees rustled and the distant birds chirped were going to provide distraction from him clearing his mind. Then, after brief contemplation, realized if he can't find peace of mind even amongst all the distractions, how was he supposed to find alignment with the rest of his being?**

"...I'll attempt to do so, Aylera." **He would finally respond with a slight uncertainty in his voice, before she inevitably departed to go find food for later. Hopefully something he can cook with again— he was pretty good at that. Henryk let out a slight sigh, before looking back to the stream, watching the water crash and flow. When he used his salve the night prior, he could feel the magic. People who were more naturally inclined to magic wouldn't understand what he felt— it was like his pores opened up to let magic rush into him. There was a certain 'high' to it, where a person like Aylera who could feel magic all the time would be, in a words, desensitized to it flowing, Henryk who had been less naturally inclined would gain this sense of euphoria whenever he transfigured his body to sustain this flow of ambient magic.**

**Slowly, he game to his knees. His calves and feet covered by the streaming water as he would let out a hefty sigh yet again— emptying himself of these feelings which stirred within him. The Alchemist shut those blue eyes of his and felt the way the water streamed by him. His mind would think of his alchemical concoctions; the process of distilling elements of their impurities, drawing them, and mixing them to create his medication. The way the water crashed so violently, but then came to a gentle flow in a way represented the nature of magic, how it can be so volatile, so destructive, but also gentle and tender.**

**Instinctively, he reached his hand for the water, letting it pool into his palm before lifting it up. His eyes opened slowly, as he looked into his hand to examine the water. Clear to the naked eye, he would instead ponder its impurities; what minerals must've swirled within the river water. He pondered the question: how _did_ it feel to be magic conduit? He has experienced it time and time again, and he supposed it was like water flowing, or drawing air. From his study of magic thus far, he understood that magic possessed three base components. Material, Somatic, and Verbal components. Each was a part of a larger equation— there was a particular calculus to magic not everyone understood, especially traditionalists like Aylera. She, from what he knew of her, believed in a more 'natural' understanding of the arcane— how it drew from nature. If he were a lesser man, he would scoff at her ways, but he was here because he desired a different perspective.**

**He always sought to learn different interpretations of things. He and his Dryad friend, Midelia, had much discussion in regards to traditional and modern medicine, which has helped improve his own practice. The same can be applied to casting— why couldn't both traditional and modern interpretations be correct? Isn't calculus, arithmetic, all grounded in nature? Neither interpretation is false, and to understand them in both ways surely would elevate oneself within the magic weave.**

**Holding this water in his hand, he slowly lapsed his opposite hand over it. He thought of the three components which he needed to cast— he had the material in the form of water, he possessed the somatic knowledge to conduct the water, all he needed was to incant the word. His Concubus tongue carried magic, he knew this, as his accursed blood possessed a tongue which could augment those around them. He would only ponder if his tongue could impose authority over matter. With the equation in mind, and the interpretation of feeling water flow through him, he made his attempt— clinging onto that feeling he felt when flying with Atticus Xelnore, or clashing with Aylera just the night before.**

**He took a long draw of his breath. His fiendish tongue would incant the following...** `"Shape Water."` **...His hand which lapsed the other moved off, as water would trail with his open palm. It flowed, levitating between his hands. There was no smile however, simply a furrowed brow as he maintained concentration. It was a simple working, but, it made him realize how amazing it was for more seasoned casters, such as Atticus, to do the exact same thing by reflex alone. He needed to keep practicing as well, if he desired this degree of muscle memory.**

**After awhile, Aylera would inevitably return to Henryk still knelt in the water. However, she would view him shaping a handful of water into a circle, having it flow into itself, streaming in a circular motion whilst levitated in between his palms. He was quiet, focused— the noises of the surrounding nature far pushed away from his mind as he found meditation through manipulation of the elements. His busy mind found something to keep itself working.**
David
*Flitting about the woods, Aylera tip-toed her way through the underbrush in wandering pursuit of sustenance. Sunlight filtered in from the canopy, contrasting the shadows beneath the towering crown above. A mass of dark waves followed the elf as her shadow, their looseness providing the woman a newfound sense as she moved easily amongst the forest. Typically tied back in varying styles, the springtime breeze moving through the freed strands refreshed her. The woods were quiet today, save for the chirping of birds and rustle of leaves. She stayed near the water, both for safety- not that they needed it, as well as the wealth of edible options that the banks of the creek provided. Along it, a multitude of delectable options made themselves available.*

*Aylera managed to fill her basket nearly to the brim by the time she began to return in Henryk's direction. Wild garlic, nettles, violets, dandelions, and wild asparagus made up a decent-sized portion of her haul. Along with those, she'd managed to scrounge up some fiddlehead ferns (to her particular delight) as well as an assortment of mushrooms, some clearly edible and well-known, others... Less so. Satisfied with her collection, she skimmed the edge of the gentle creek with her fingertips, allowing it to carry away bits of dirt that had wedged themselves under her nails. The water had slowed to a calm burble as she had put a decent chunk of distance between herself and the falls. Naturally, finding her way back was of no concern.*

*Practically skipping her way back to Henryk, Aylera surveyed her surroundings as a pang of nostalgia hit her dead in her heart. She paused at the sight of a bush of purple flowers, buzzing with the hum of various species of insects that fed on its nectar. The sight was one that brought with the crashing tide of memories long lost. She'd spent quite the amount of time studying the interactions of nature. It had been a late spring day of sun, filled with laughter and playful fun.*

*A familiar voice echoed through her mind- that of a younger Varis, her only family in the House. An ache shot through her stomach and the elf turned away, feeling almost dazed from the onslaught of deja-vu. Varis was gone, lost to the poison at the bottom of the bottle, consumed by his socialite status- albeit rather ironic. Biting her lower lip, the Paladin moved on.*

*The rest of the walk back was spent avioding more returning memories, fending off the heartache they caused. Aylera refused to wallow in the past, not while she was aiding Henryk. This wasn't about her, it was her duty to help the man, the oath she had taken called for it. Especially now that Henryk had shown interest in applying her cultural practices into his training, her faith called her to action. As she approached the falls, her pace slowed. The edges of her full lips curved upwards as the Doctor came into view. His stoic, focused expression mimicked his outward persona quite perfectly. It took her pressing her tongue to the roof of her mouth to stop her from giggling. Knowing the man's hard, ambitious exterior was filled with a child-like playfulness, the contrasts of the half-human amused her.*

*Careful not to disturb him, Aylera gently set her basket down, sitting cross-legged on a patch of soft grass. Producing a comb from a pocket, she began unraveling a few knots that had managed to form in her quick expedition. During this, she observed Henryk with a relaxed gaze, and her smile never wavered. He was casting without the use of alchemy. Though she may not understand the extent of the man's abilities, she had watched him discover himself firsthand. From it, it was obvious that his potential was limitless, likely beyond Aylera's imagination. Allowing him the grace of silence, the elf extended her legs toward the water. Coolness lapping at her ankles, up to the base of her calves, she rested her hands behind her, soaking in the sunlight from a gap in in the overarching tree cover.*
Michael
**Henryk's eyes would shift to the sound of Aylera placing her basket down— the brief sounds of her seating. He was so focused, that even the subtleness of Aylera making her presence known caused for that fickle concentration to break. That sensation of knowing one was no longer alone. The water which he controlled would collapse and fall back into the streaming water, whisking away in its torrent. Henryk hadn't made any audible sounds, besides a deep breath, and a lengthy exhale. He would come to his feet as he turned over to Aylera, walking on over to her.** 

"Welcome back." **He would greet her, before taking a seat onto the ground. He had sat cross legged as well, before placing a hand on the basket's handle, pulling it closer.** "May I?" **Before observing its contents. Garlic, nettle, violets, dandelions, asparagus— he couldn't cook with all this, but he could use the garlic as an aromatic and the asparagus as a green to consume. However, while he was holding the basket, his eyes narrowed.**

"...Ah." **His eyes would slowly widen.** "A basket!" **He would stand up, placing the basket down before looking at his hands. He would bring them together, interlocking his fingers, folding them into one another— the same way which the wicker basket's plant fibres folded into itself.** "Aylera!" **His eyes quickly shifted to the Paladin.** "Indulge me. I need you to strike me." **He would say in the most sincere way possible— he meant it. He wanted her to punch him.** 

"I have an idea." **He was quick to add, holding this hand sign.** "I just need someone to test with." **Henryk added.**

**The wicker basket... It made so much sense! It was spherical in shape, and its folds is what made it strong— secure. He could see its shape, its formations. He visualized what he wished to achieve, although a man who he perceived to have lesser inclination, he could see himself performing this incantation.**

**The Doctor took a few paces away. Simply holding out his interlocked hands— the somatic component for what he was about to do.** "I'm ready."
David
*Admiring the man's meditative work, the wood-elven woman offered Henryk a smile, sitting up as he approached. Not only had it been fruitful, but his behavior matched that of the practice- which was no easy feat for someone having been apprehensive about it. In any other case, Aylera would have assumed the man to be quite the skeptic of the benefits of meditation- but clearly, he'd long since disproved that. The melding of science and tradition seemed to encompass their work together. Appreciating his dedication, she greeted him in kind, her voice soft and playful.* "Looks like you've kept yourself quite busy", *She chirped, giving a welcoming gesture to the basket as he asked about it. Hazel eyes watched him closely, observing how his mind worked was an experience in and of itself. At the sudden request, she couldn't help but seem surprised.* 

*Brow arched, she allowed him to finish speaking. Though she couldn't* ***Exactly*** *Follow his train of thought, she blinked before nodding in slow agreement. Well, everyone had to test things somehow, and she wasn't particularly an expert in magical development. But, if anything she'd gathered from training with Henryk was true, his idea was likely a good one. She stood slowly, removing her feet from the pool with a decisive flick to shed any excess water that may cause them to slip.*

"As you wish!" *With some amount of enthusiasm, she took up her position.*

*From behind her eyes came curiosity, the edges of her lips turned upward. The shimmer of excitement came from the same place as the childish joy of frolicking in the forest. Experimentation was a process she was still quite unfamiliar with. Truth be told, she'd only dared to think outside the box a handful of times- and those had made her hunger for more. Despite the drilled-in ideas the House had placed into her, Aylera was indeed a free woman now. With that freedom came the apparent option to toy with this man's idea. For it, she'd give him her best punch.*

*Without further questioning, the elf gave him a nod and was immediately in motion. With a step and twist of her hips, she went to strike Henryk's woven hands. A flash of motion was all it was in the end, the nearly silent tap of her step and sway of clothing and hair the only evidence of her action. That was, of course, until Henryk did whatever it was he was attempting.*
Michael
**Henryk watched and observed as his eyes trained on Aylera and her thrown fist. He would watch it soar towards him, as his fingers were interlocked with one another— the weave of a basic.**

**Drawing a simple incantation from his mouth, he would utter the following,** `"Wicker Basket."` **As he spoke, the air would weave the ambient arcane essence which hung in the air— having been molded and exercised by the Alchemist. This was a `Shield` incantation, but has been modified by Henryk's mental design. As opposed to forming a simple globe, his mind saw a basket— the weaves which locked into one another and intersected, the way which the threads were so strong despite being made of simple fibres. He took the concept of weaving magic in a similar fashion, as a half shell would form. He was exposed from behind, but up front he placed this barrier which was woven in the same way the basket was— meeting Aylera's fist as the shield would absorb the blow. The way in which it was formed, it better handled the kinetic energy. The way it was made dispersed it far more effectively as opposed to being a mere wall of arcane energy.**

**The 'Wicker Basket' sustained itself— it needed a lot more work still, but the weave formation was possible. The working absorbed the blow just as effectively as a regular shield, but since its nature to be like a basket instead of a thick wall of magic, it consumed _less_ energy. Perhaps not efficient yet, Henryk was still a beginner in Abjuration, in the hands of someone like Aylera it can be elevated. This basket-like weave could be used for many things— maybe she could incorporate it into her use of barriers for platforms.**

**Once Henryk was satisfied, he removed his hands from each other, the warding fading.** "Sloppy— but the beginning of something. A wicker basket. It's oddly strong and durable despite being made of plant, no? I realize it's not the material that makes it strong, rather it's structure. I applied the same thing to the barrier... And it appears to have worked." 

**Henryk let out a hefty sigh.** "Still, _I_ need to work on being more efficient casting without the use of my salves. I don't have quiet the degree of control as I'd like— it's still all very consuming..." **The Doctor sighed.** 

"What do you think Aylera? Does anything of what I said make sense?" **He would then suddenly ask the Paladin, he placed his hands by his hips.**
David
*Netted fibers of natural material interwove themselves before her eyes. The basket absorbed the elf's fist, taking the full thrust of her strike with what looked like no trouble whatsoever. The shell allowed her the freedom of escape, and her arm dropped back to her side as quickly as it flew forward. With a shake of her wrist, Aylera's eyes flickered from her knuckles to Henryk. Unharmed, she nodded at his words, though her eyebrow raised at the return of his characteristic cynicism. Despite her heightened proficiency in Abjuration, his seemingly boundless ingenuity never failed to surprise the her.*

"Indeed it works, but do not be too harsh on yourself. You know better than I that magic is no singular action, less so its creation and cultivation". *Their proximity had them within arm's reach, and a gentle hand rested upon Henryk's shoulder.* "It is consuming, yes, but that is where practices like this," *Her opposite hand gestured toward the small waterfall rumbling in the background,* "-come in to assist. I think it makes sense both in your realm of logic and in nature". *A smile crested her lips as she finished her sentence, and she gave the man a pat before returning his personal space back to him.*

*Weaving her fingers together, she brought her hands up to her face, studying the shape them. With one eye shut, a hazel iris blinked from behind a pattern of latticework.* "Truth be told, I think you're quite the genius. It took me about a century of schooling before I felt I truly connected with magic on a deeper level". *A soft laugh followed as she turned her fingers toward the sun, shadows carving over her tanned skin. In the contrast of the bright sunlight, one could just make out the freckles that dotted the high parts of her face.*

"Even then, it took an oath to my goddess to come to that. I respect your dedication, Henryk, and I am sure that you'll be more than simply successful in this endeavor".

*Face still turned to the sky, her arms fell back to her sides in rhythmic harmony with her breath. Aylera let the light warm her for a long moment, followed by a sigh of contentment. Until now, learning had been a sore spot for Aylera. It felt cursed with memories of the past, rooted in droning lectures and repetitive practices that seemed to numb the mind rather than stimulate it. But this learning, it sparked something within the elven woman, and she again felt the rush in pursuit of knowledge.* "In my opinion, you're just as- if not more gifted than those blessed with magic running through their veins. Ha, if our sparring has taught me anything, it is that you're one force to be reckoned with-" *Playfulness laced her tone as she gave him a reassuring look,* "-even if you can't shoot a turkey".
Nancy
**He nod his head along, before letting out a scoff.** "Next time I'll get that turkey." **The Doctor responded with an eye roll, before crossing his arms.** "Although for now, I think you've done plenty for me, Aylera." **He would speak before making a smile.**

"I believe you've done enough for me these last two days— for that I cannot thank you enough. However, I do believe its time I retire from this retreat and return to Lazaroth. I still have my duties to the Duchess— my Fiancée." **Henryk would explain in brief.**

"You know..." **He would scan Aylera up and down.** "...How about you come to the wedding? It will take place sometime soon— and you and I are friends. I could use some individuals of a friendly persuasion to observe the event." 

**The radiant blue eyes met with Aylera's.** "Think on it. I'd appreciate it." **He'd say.** "Now then— I think I should go clean up. Can't return to Syvathere a muddy mess. My Fiancée may envy how intimate we were this retreat." **He said jokingly.** 

**Henryk took a few paces, then paused.** "Erm— Could you lead us back to camp? My tracking skills aren't as sharp as yours." 

**A chuckle escaped his lips.**
David
*Giving the man a slight bow in respect, Aylera returned his smile. Acknowledging his existing responsibilities, she had nearly forgotten just how much of a life he had outside their playful learning methods. The elf ran her fingers through her loose hair as she returned upright, trying not to giggle at his response to her joke.* "It has been my pleasure, Henryk".
 
*Following his invitation, she pursed her lips in consideration of the offer. It wasn't like she had anything better to do- and the realization unsettled her slightly. Having a purpose or goal was more inspiring than she had anticipated, and the thought of seeking another cause was tempting. In her thought, she kept her quiet smile, though her ideas flickered across her hazel irises.*

*Then, her giggle escaped into a laugh at her friend. A friend, she'd actually made herself a true friend outside her xenophobic culture- how absolutely refreshing. Though it may seem small, something in her clicked into place at the realization. Her smile softened, and a glimmer of childlike joy flickered across her gaze. A few steps and she poised herself to guide him back.*

"I'm sure your Fiancée will be more shocked at how much you've grown in such little time. If she questions anything, it'd be your newly sharpened skill with a bow." *Another light laugh met the gentle breeze.* "I'd love to meet her, and would be most honored to attend as a friendly face". *Following the overgrown deer path they had entered from, she shot him one last grin, freckles on her dimpled cheeks exposed in the warmth of daylight.* "You'll have to be my guide then, I've never been to a wedding!"

*With that, the two found themselves back at camp. The burning sun above graced the meadow in golden splendor, and wildflowers decorated the space as their departure was imminent. As they parted ways, the call of wild turkeys accompanied them on their divergent paths at the forest's edge.*