Alechemical Antics

The elf sighed, in the quiet of her home she felt no need to mask her form. Somewhere down the hall a clock chimes, and she glanced that way before refocusing. the white elf was in her library, several books open in front of her as she took notes. Learning a completely new set of herbs was... vexing... to say the least. A chirp made her ears flick, and she glanced over to where Syringă was curled. the couch dipping beneath her as she twitched in some sort of dream. the doors were open, letting the night air in from the balcony and a few stray leaves danced in with the scent of a bouquet from the gardens beyond. The plants inside swayed with it and the girl stood, petting the purple fur until her dragon settled. Moving toward the kitchen, she needed tea, and perhaps an apple, provided there were still any left. Fruit had a tendency to disappear in here, she had noticed, if it wasn't so vexing at three or four am she would have chuckled.

The girl was lucky, a few of the apples remained and she bit into one as her tea was cooling, pausing for the scrape of scales across the tile, "You're up late, Uri." she murmured, stifling a yawn, but blinked as the dragon dropped his head against her shoulder, normally more Tesseract's domain, but a hand rose and rested atop the flat skull. "What's wrong, Uraşi?" she asked, frowning for the sensation against her mind. Uri wasn't one for purely mental conversation, and so it was more a jarring mash if sense and impression than anything. Discomfort, concern. she sighed, "I'm just not tired yet, you don't need to worry about that. Just working on a few projects until I can rest." she explained for the wyrm. Almost rolling her eyes for the next impression, he was pouting, and the coils suddenly enveloped her. Tsillah caught her cup before it was out of reach, but didn't try to inhibit the motion as the thunder wyrm snaked around her into a grumpy ball. Waiting for him to be satisfied with their positions before attempting to swallow any tea.
The motion paused as the grumpy sensations abruptly tilted into a question, and she hummed her own curious note. "Why?" she echoed, surprised, but patted a coil and waited to be released. Moving back to the study, "Mostly because I'm good at it, I suppose?" she began, slowly, claiming her seat once more but turning it to face him. Proving she wasn't ignoring the drake as she considered the question. "I can't honestly remember a point where I wasn't a healer, honestly, Uri." she shook her head and chucked, "When I was little I was mixing up mud pies and brewing potions in shampoo bottles, just like mu-" she stopped then, frowning, and refocused, "Suppose that'd be the start, really. Mum was a healer too, that's actually how she and Atta met. Came to the valley looking for herbs and reagents, and so they got to know each other as he showed her around. So I was always around it, healers and herbs and things - that's always kinda been our normal." she explained. "If it wasn't mixing potions and grinding herbs with mum it was Atta and his cooking, mixing batter and breaking eggs. Being in a new place my first instinct is learning how to take care of myself and those around me, for an alrahen a big part of that is medicaments." she admitted, rocking a bit in her chair, but paused as Mike came in and mowed at Mac. The bird whistling back from his perch among Uri's thorns, and the two chatted for several moments before the neko seemed satisfied and bounced onto the open lap. Demanding scratches being they were, clearly, still awake here. Tsillah rolled her eyes, but obliged, alternating red and black spots as she continued.
"Alrahen need to know the herbs and flora of an area, especially if we're settled there, its just...  in my blood. If I can't connect with the local flora I feel... blind, smothered. It's not pleasant." the elf grimaced, but sighed and refocused. "The sooner I learn the native plants the better, in short, besides, I need to know how to patch us all up in a pinch. How am I supposed to take care of everyone otherwise?"
Uriaşi tilted his head for the explanation, and for a very long moment stopped blinking, until his rider reminded him at least. She was curious what about her words held his attention that completely, but it didn't seem the wyrm was going to share just yet, so she turned back around and resumed her notes patiently. Compiling a catalogue of the plants she knew were in the area, and their properties and uses. Eventually it would be second nature to her, going into the woods she would know instsntly what she needed for any ill that plagued herself or her allies; until then she would use the books. She wanted one that was quick and concise however, only the information she would require in the heat of the moment with none of the useless drabble to bog her down. Another sketch, another description, and so the evening faded into the scratching of a quill, the purring of a maneki, and the sleepy murmurings of a jungle wyvern as Uriaşi looked on.