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Sath looked surprised to hear that they didnt have an alchemist as one of the staff. She nearly opened her mouth to offer for either herself or her father to take up interest in such a position, but then realized both were tied up with other factions doing alchemy for them. Midryne blinked and looked back at the Orc as she started to speak. The rate at which she did so somewhat confused her and she had to focus to think about what she had said.

Sath, on the other hand, seemed to understand her fine. She nodded to Ian's suggestions. She really hoped that they would be able to help her, as she didnt relish the idea of going to Windhelm--she'd been out to some cities once or twice, and loathed how Windhelm felt. "I was looking for... um.. finely-ground void salts... My father... he cant use them... allergic and all... but he told me that they would... um.... work well for my potions..."

"Then I asked why she cant just grind them down further herself," Midryne put her hands on her hips, her tone defiant. "Because I dont have the tools to do it correctly, Midryne..." Sathavsa said, surprisingly put together with less pauses as she grew a bit more irritable at her indifferent sister. "Magic is about process--" "I know, I know. I do practice it myself you know," Midryne replied flippantly. The taller sister made a very soft huff, one that could have been a disparaged snort if she had put more into it. "I apologize for my sister, muthsera..." Sath spoke to Ian. Midryne made a disgraced noise, but said nothing against it.

She had noticed one of them had been looking at her oddly. She let it pass: she found that it was a recurring theme, particularly with people who weren’t used to her. She had more or less got used to it. “Ah, alchemy.” she said, smiling. “I wish we had a proper alchemist here as one of the staff but…well, what can you do?”

She frowned, looking thoughtful. She started talking, her pace getting faster and faster which didn’t exactly help her slightly higher than average voice. “The obvious place you should ask is Urag in the Arcaneum. He has books on…anything, really. But if you’re looking for something specific…then we might have it. Otherwise, you’d need to head down to Windhelm. There’s a nice apothecary there…even if the city itself is rather…miserable.”

She stopped, realising she had been rambling somewhat. “What ingredient do you need anyway? It might be lying around somewhere…”

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Midryne looked immediately at the Orc that stepped over to them. She very nearly stared at her, until her father's voice echoed in her brain to be polite and she dragged her eyes off her. She wasnt racist like the homeland mer in the stories their father told them of, but it was odd seeing an Orc in a place of magic. (That begged the question of whether she knew the librarian.)

Sath looked down to the Orc once she spoke, her demeanor calm as usual. She bit her lip, and glanced to her sister. Ah, but she knew that her sister wouldnt speak for her, and this Orc seemed friendly... "Um... yes," Sath whispered, "actually... I... I needed... a few ingredients... and my mentor said that... well, the college... best place to find... um... information on them... if not them...," she said slowly, though her words themselves were clear. Her voice never raised higher than a low talk, at worst being a mutter.

Midryne gave her sister a strange look. "Dad told you to come here," she said flat out. "Since he didnt have any himself."

"...He is my mentor, Midryne..." the taller sister said softly.

Ianthe had been curled up in the corner of the Hall of Elements, reading over the book again. She had been pushing her abilities again, trying to conjure a frost atronach. The first time had failed miserably and she had to sit down for a little. It seemed to drain her so badly, she couldn’t quite understand why. So, she had resigned herself to studying the tome on it, trying to ensure she was doing everything perfectly correct. Technique seemed to be everything, but she seemed to be doing everything correctly. Perhaps it was something in her wrist…

She looked up from her book to see two shivering Dunmer womer enter into the hall. She squinted a little - she definitely had never seen either of them before. Perhaps they were new students or visitors or the like. One of them certainly did look a little lost…

She folded her book to the page she was reading, leaving it on the floor. She walked over to them, smiling broadly. Why appear to be unfriendly? Of course, the scar along the left side of her face did give the grin a slightly peculiar look - not that she knew of course.

“Hello. Can I help you? It’s…it’s just that you seem a bit lost…ah…you might not be.” she said, tripping over her words a little.

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Midryne sighed as the wind flailed her hair about in her eyes, and for the thousandth time, she justcouldntbe bothered to fix it. "Sath, why are you bringing me here? You know -I- dont have anything to do with the college,"she called over the howl of the wind as the younger sister led her much shorter older sister down the main walk through Winterhold.

Sathavsa stayed stoically silent--though what sort of response Midrynereallyexpected from her little sister is questionable.

"Okay, I know you said that you needed ingredients that dad didnt have, but, really, you have that Saint of yours, what do you need me for?" Midryne sighed huffily as she stalked along behind Sath.

Sathavsa gave her an unsettling glance--Midryne actually shuddered, and not from the wind.  "Ersha.... cant come with... to the College..." she spoke so softly, Midryne only knew she had said something by the fact that her lips moved, a very rare occurrence. "What?" Midryne tried to get her sister to speak up, but Sath merely looked back to where they were going. Huffing, Midryne pulled her fur coat closer around her shoulders and jogged to keep up with Sath's long stride.

Stepping into the Hall of the Elements, Midryne let off an exasperated sigh at being inside the building and escaping the wind. Sath allowed her a moment to shiver and warm up as the younger sister appeared a bit lost. Granted, she'd been to the College more often than her siblings, but even then it was only a few times.

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