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    IN WHICH FENN BUGS a POTION MAKER

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    Apparently, direwolves could catch fleas.

    Not even monster fleas; just the itty bitty icky ones expected of common farm cats or household hounds. Fleas that burrowed into thick midnight-black fur and blended in, refusing to be combed out. Fleas that made Daugi roll around in the mud and scratch her whole length against rough trees trying to rid herself of them. Fleas that hopped off of her at random, causing Fenn to squeak-shriek in surprise and shy away.

    The tiny fae himself was almost as miserable as his canine friend. Little grey bumps that itched and ached dotted him head-to-toe; stupid biting bugs. Thankfully, the fleas themselves never stayed on him for long. He suspected that his inky black blood didn’t agree with them very well. A part of him hoped it poisoned the little nuisances to death.

    Still, it made him much less enthusiastic about riding her anywhere — which probably put out the poor wolf more than the bugs themselves.

    And thus, that was how Fenn and Daugi had ended up plodding down a quiet street in Stonevale. They hadn’t planned on stopping by, but fuck if the two were going to suffer this for one more day. A few people fled to the opposite side of the street on sight of him. Fenn knew how he and his mount appeared to the outside eye; a pale plague-riddled street urchin tailed closely by an irritable specter of death, shedding little black bugs every now-and-again. Thankfully, more friendly locals had pointed them to a medicine-y shop that was supposed to belong to some guy married to a Nekojin. It didn’t take long for Fenn’s keen sense of direction to lead them to the right place. The advertising window displaying vial after vial of healing products helped too, he supposed.

    Stay outside please, Fenn sternly signed to his ambiguously-canid friend. No spread little bugs.

    “Auf,” the wolf growled back, not sounding too pleased. Scratching her back, she plopped her butt down and stayed in place as Fenn pushed open the door.

    Inside the shop was wonderful. The whole place swam with magic-brightness; that weird, tingly-warm feeling he got around sorcery. Was it the medicines radiating the brightness, or something else? Everything was so shiny, so colorful. Light cast through the various potions on display threw multi-hued splotches of light around the shot. All these little vials with pretty liquids in side made his hands twitch in anticipation. Just one, his inner thief said. Just slip one of these shiny things into your bag. It’ll be fiiiiine. Maybe it’d come in useful someday! There was no concept of “going straight” in the little thief’s mind, but there was the concept of “people who I steal from won’t let me back into their stores again”. So, best to not do it. Or, at least not where he could be seen. Maybe another time.

    Scratching the bumps on his face, the boy glanced to the counter. There was a red-haired man sitting behind it, muttering to himself as he wrote on a piece of paper. Something something, improvement, something something, if I increase that, then what if. It sounded as if he was working on something. That wouldn’t do; Fenn needed his attention much more! Cheerfully, the boy bounced up to the counter and peeked up over the edge at him. Without a word, he reached out to tap the top of the paper potion-man was working on. Boop! A harmless speckle of frost formed on the parchment.

    The man glanced up at him, then back down at the paper, then- “Where did you come from?” the odd-looking man asked, dark eyes furrowed in sudden confusion at the tiny child staring up at him. “Ah, what do you need?”

    Perfect! Now that he had the weird option-man’s attention, the little fae tapped a finger on the stained wood of the countertop; frost spread out from his touch. SELL FLEA REPELLANT, RIGHT? he scrawled in the ice crystals -- upside-down, so Nevin could read it. DUMB MUTT FRIEND CAUGHT TINY BUGS. NO LIKE THEIR BITING. NEED SOMETHING FOR ITCHY BITES TOO.

    Fenn glanced to the shop’s display window. It wasn’t to the proudly paraded medicines and syrups that he looked, but past them. Outside, Daugi had grumpily pressed her face right up against the glass, tongue lolling over her monstrous teeth and out of her mouth. Slobber dripped in frothy pinkish rivers.

    Clearly, she was not pleased at being left outside and away from him. Too bad though. Fenn wasn’t going to give this shop fleas. That was also a one-way trip to Bansville; population, one half-pint fae.

    Snorting, Fenn added another sentence to his request. ALSO WOULD LIKE CANDY. SIGN SAYS THERE IS CANDY. His stomach rumbled in agreement.
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    The shop had been fairly quiet that day - a couple of the local miners had come back in for another dose of the Miner’s Delight, but Nevin didn't think they’d be needing it with anything near the frequency he had been selling the potion when he first opened his shop. But after those men, who had come in in the early hours of the morning, Herbal Magick had been… Well, dead. So the Alchemist, currently bored, had turned to working on formulas as he usually did when nothing else was drawing his attention.

    He was in the middle of working on a mixture that might help with the shakes that some people got that ended up damaging their brains, when he faintly perceived a chime. It didn't fully register until a small, slender finger had poked the top of his note book, causing frost to appear on the paper for a moment. He'd looked up, and spotted the child and asked what they needed as his brain tried to catch up with the sudden startlement that had pulled him out of his work.

    Nevin read the scrawled letters - in large, blocky shapes in the standard tongue - and nodded to the first question. So the boy’s dog had fleas? He had a couple options that would work for that - if it was small, like the boy, perhaps the water treatment option would be best? He noticed that the boy’s head had twisted around, staring towards the front, and looked up -

    OH.

    MY.

    CRIMSON.


    Outside of his shop, currently pressing its face against the glass - a tiny, stunned portion of his mind noted he would have to clean up the drool marks - was a direwolf. The wolf looked irritated - and from the small clusters of insects that were hopping on and off at random he could see one reason why - and was very definitively scaring people on the street. Nevin swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat and now looked at the small child in his shop, actually realizing that they were absolutely covered in bug bites, with a few surrounded by discolored scratches where the boy had scratched at the itching. Right.

    “That… that is a dire wolf. OK. Right. To get rid of the veritable army of fleas, you'll need to give your, ah, dog friend, multiple treatments.” He stood up and strode out for behind the counter, gesturing slightly to the stacks of candies on the counter. “The hard candies are flavored in mint, honey, and strawberry. They will make your mouth go numb after a while though, so don't be surprised if your tongue starts tingling. Now then.”

    He began pulling items off of the shelves, starting with a powdery substance that drifted about in its bottle as it followed his movements, then a large clay jug that strangely didn't make any noise as he set it down on the counter beside Fenn. “The powder is a dry rub agent that you'll want to wet with a little water to make a paste, then rub onto your skin and your…. dog’s, wherever there are bites. This jug.” He tapped it, and the sound came out as if he was tapping a solid instead of a hollow jug with something inside of it. “This is what you'll need to bathe the dog with. It's a thick goop that you and your parents will need to work into the fur of the canine. There's enough in one jug for four baths - and I know the dog won't like it but they have to go through all four. And do not let them lick up any of the goop, it's very bad for dogs to eat.” Normally he would have advised watering the mixture down with water, stretching the four doses out to twelve, but this was a more drastic level of flea infestation than he had seen.

    “Now then, are your parents coming to pay soon? This medicine is unfortunately a bit expensive. Or did they give you the money for it?" He wrote down the amount in copper and silver and showed it to the boy who was on the other side of the counter.

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    Sometimes, Fenn forgot that direwolves were typically regarded as terrifying predators rather than fluffy pets. When giving him the instructions to using the medicine-stuff, the poor potion man had a slack expression on his face that struck the small fae as distinctly dumbfounded. As the treatment was explained to him, Fenn took mental notes. That bite-paste was definitely going to freeze to his skin when he applied it to himself. Crossing his fingers, the boy hoped it’d still work that way. Bathing Daugi was going to be a pain too, but if it got rid of the bugs, he could stand to deal with it.

    UH THINGS FREEZE WHEN TOUCH THEM. WILL TRY YOUR PASTE-AND-BATH MEDICINE THOUGH.

    The only other problem he had was when he was asked whether or not his parents were paying for the treatment. His face screwed up in flickering annoyance. Fenn was an independent fae; he didn’t need any “parental guidance”! Not since he was twenty. And his psuedodad died.

    Nonchalantly, Fenn grabbed a fistful of candies for himself — only honey ones. No-one could ever convince him that anything tasted better than honey. One was popped into his mouth. Mmm, sticky-sweet deliciousness. The rest were shoved into his special sifan satchel for later.

    Trying as hard as he could to seem self-assured, he shook his head at the potion man, flicking his wispy blonde fluff back into place when it dropped in front of his eyes.

    NO PARENTS. AM THIRTY-FIVE, VERY ADULT, TAKE CARE OF SELF AND MUTT FRIEND, he wrote, chest puffed out with pride. HAVE OWN MONEY. Though, the word “expensive” worried him. This flea problem had prevented him from picking pockets for days. Fenn glanced at the price and- oh dear. He paled, a sheepish half-grin springing to his face as he did the mental math. His wallet was just twenty coins shy of the full price. And that wasn’t even counting the candy he just took! UH MOSTLY HAVE OWN MONEY. NOT HAVE ALL NEEDED AT MOMENT. PAY WITH WHAT HAVE? NAME FENN, FENNIK GLENWEY. YOU NAME, SIR POTION MAN?

    The bites on his cheek itched. He knew it was probably not good, but… oop. Already scratched. A bead of black blood welled from one bite, and smeared on his fingertip. Ick, blood. Fenn made a face at it. This medicine stuff better really work.
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    Nevin stopped staring at the hound outside of his shop - who he was happy to note was not actually trying to break the glass, but seemed content to slobber all over it - and turned down to stare at the latest message the boy had given him. That was when his brain died for a moment as his eyes widened. The boy in front of his counter was gray.

    He was gray, he had been writing messages in frost he had created just by holding his hand above the wood and as he scratched at a bug bite on his cheek, black blood oozed to the surface, which the child quickly wiped away while sucking on one of the honey candies. Nevin’s mouth opened, closed, opened again, closed again, and he swallowed.

    “By Crimson. You're a Snow Fae.” Nevin’s hand leapt to his graphite as he rapidly started scribbling, his mind blazing as his obsession crept over him. The child was right, the normal paste for bug bites wouldn't work - not if he could create frost just by being. Nevin quickly scratched out the formula for the paste and began running through it, jotting down which ingredients were crucial and which could be discarded or replaced. There was one vital plant that would need to be replaced - and without looking up from his notes he snatched away the powder bottle, moving it to the far end of the counter from the boy.

    “No, no that won't do that becomes toxic when dropped below that temperature… But what if I substituted…” Nevin bit the end of his thumb as he frowned and drummed his fingers against the counter. “Cobalt. I wish that blasted Clemonts woman had managed to finish her research.” Distractedly, Nevin flicked his eyes back to the cold child. “My name is Nevin, youngling. The thick goop won't be affected by the cold, it's too dense and none of the ingredients react negatively. I'll need to concoct a new medicine for the bites though. Without even a proper reference to check!”

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    Youngling. Pfffft.

    HELLO NEVIN. YES AM FROST FAE, the boy confirmed with a bewildered nod. Obviously, Nevin was well-read. “Clemonts” struck a sour note with Fenn though. He didn’t like to think about what he found in her mansion -- nothing good, that was what. Except, a little more information about his kindred folk. GOOD EYE. MOST THINK AM ELF. BUT ELFS NOT MAKE ICE. DUMB PEOPLE, BAD CONCLUSION.

    Gladly, the jug of bath-medicine was scooped into Fenn’s bag, with a bit of care taken to make sure that it didn't go splat-crack against the bottom of the bag's barrel-sized insides. So, uh. Was he still paying a load of money for this medicine, orrr..?

    As Nevin hunched over his notebook, Fenn thought about it. Eh. Price for the paste-bath combo probably going to be recalculated anyway, if Sir Potionpants Nevin was switching out the ingredients. That'd come up later. Good thing he was going to get a version that didn’t turn to poison when frozen. It was very nice to be not-poisoned. Though, in all likelihood, Fenn was probably going to have to be here for a little while, waiting for the new bite medicine to be concocted. Boo, waiting. Who had time for that? There were always things to be explored and done! Maybe he’d explore the shop a little while as he waited.

    Shrugging, the boy slyly snuck a few extra honey-candies while Nevin was distracted and stuffed them into his mouth. What was better than sucking on one honey-sweet candy? Sucking on six ALL AT ONCE! When Nevin next turned away, there was a good chance that half the jar would be poured into the tiny fae’s cheeks. These were really good.

    Fenn added a little to his countertop conversation, tapping the wood to get the potion maker’s attention. HEARD YOU HAVE NEKOJIN KID. CAN PLAY WITH HER WHILE YOU WORK ON PASTE? ALSO, SURE THAT CANDIES DO THE THING? MOUTH NOT FEEL WEIRD.

    For some reason, the boy was starting to feel a little… woozy. Not bad, not nauseous, but a little like he had been spinning in circles for waaay too long at a time. Was it just him, or did the world have more colors than before? Fenn blinked and stared hard at the potions in the window display. They wavered, as if underwater. Daugi was still standing sullen outside. She seemed fuzzy and slightly indistinct. Wait. Wasn't she always fuzzy? Fuzzy. Furry. The words bounced around in his head a moment. She was both, he supposed? Fuzzy and furry, big and black, floofy friend. Something wasn't quite working right here, but damn if Fenn knew what was off.

    Certainly, it wasn’t the candy; the candy was too delicious to possibly be of any negative effect on him. No, it was probably something to do with his bitty bug bites. Yes, Fenn decided, glancing back down at his writing, slightly cross-eyed. It was the flea bites. It was all the little bugs' fault.

    Fuck the little bugs.
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    Nevin was rapidly drumming his fingers on the counter as he feverishly scratched notes on the paper in front him. He glanced up slightly when frost spread on the table, reading the message quickly.

    "One of the people here in town regularly is an Elf. Another Elf works in a local smithy.
    This town is actually more likely to think you are a sick child than an Elf."
    He blinked, and his face turned slightly red as he saw the second note form after the child had picked up the medicine on the counter. That damn rumor was hanging around??

    "You.. Must have misheard something, I don't have a child. I am a single, unattached man." Now considering the matter closed, Nevin returned his attention to his formula book, trying to figure out what he could use to make the medicine work as intended. He had figured out an option for an oral application, but... The alchemist frown. Maybe he was looking at this wrong. The boy was a Fae, even if he claimed to be an adult Nevin was still thinking of him as a boy, his language choice didn't correspond with advanced maturity, probably would not be receptive to the same types of diseases that normal humans would find concerning. And as for the direwolf, it would have to be an abysmal member of the species to do more than scratch at the bites. No, they didn't need the full medicine at all.

    What they needed was a topical analgesic, something similar to what was in the candies on his counter. Nevin glanced up for a moment then back down, not registering what he had seen. Then Nevin's dark red eyes shot back upwards, skimming the message before focusing on the.... boy who was now looking like a chipmunk with his cheeks stuffed full of candy, his eyes glassy as he stared unseeing at his arm. Nevin had seen that expression before, and he thought for a moment before biting back a vicious curse. The analgesic in the candy must not work on Snow Fae - at least not as a numbing agent. He rushed around to kneel by the boy.

    "Young Fenn, I need you to spit out the candies, OK? They're not good for you." Inwardly he was cursing his idea of putting that agent in the candies. It wasn't necessary, just meant to be a bit of fun for the kids, and now he had drugged up a child!

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    Wow, why were… why were hands? Why were hands a thing? Fenn stared down at his. Hands were like alien things. Like little spiders attached to the end of one’s arm. They were kind of pale, and kind of pockmarked greyish from flea bites. His fingers waggled, and he marveled at the motion; what told fingers to do that? What made the muscles do the twitching, and do the thing? It was like, it was like his bones inside were sticks and the muscles were strings that twitched the sticks, and then there was skin all on top of it like wrapping paper.

    His pale grey-white hands shifted with a few different colors now. There were lots of colors everywhere. It was a color party! Wheeeeeeeeeeeee! He glanced down at his feet. His toes wiggled a little, not quite in sync. They joined the dancing color party. There was a big, dumb grin on the fae's face, but hell if he could tell. He was too busy watching the colors swirl. Dance, colors, dance.

    He heard something from afar, but close. Nevin’s voice. Spit them out?

    What? Oh. The candies. Whyyy. Nooo. Those were Fenn's candies now. Nevin probably just wanted the sweet, sticky-sugary scrumptiousness all for himself. A sour, pucker-lipped expression flashed across Fenn’s features. Defiantly, he clamped his jaw shut and swallowed most of the dissolving deliciousness. Nevin was not invited to the color party.

    Whoops. His legs didn’t know how to work now. The muscle-strings inside them attached to his bone-sticks forgot how they worked.

    Whoosh! Air fell past his face. Or was he falling through the air? Now Fenn was on the floor, and he wasn’t sure why. It smelled dusty. Dusty, and… odd. There were sticky spots in certain places, dabbed-up spills, and they smelled funny too. He was drooling a little. Soon as he noticed, the boy made to wipe his lips -- but instead missed and smacked his nose. His hands were there, in front of his face now. They felt as if the little flea bugs had started crawling under his skin. It was better when they were just biting.

    Go away bugs. Fenn waved his hands around hesitantly, wondering what the bugs were doing under his skin. Bad bugs.
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    "Oh for Crimson's sake." Fenn had not responded to his words at first, instead choosing to flex his fingers a few times, a soundless giggle shaking his small frame. Then he seemed to figure out what Nevin had said, and disagreed with Nevin's advice strongly. How did the alchemist know? Because the frustrating child swallowed the sugary mass in his mouth with what Nevin could only say was a spiteful look.

    And then he looked down at his feet, staring at them confused for a moment, and toppled over, Nevin barely keeping him from hitting his head as he fell. The redhead let out a groan as the boy smacked himself in the face, knowing there was no way this could end well. The best solution would be to get an emetic into the boy, and forcibly purge his system of the sugar and chemicals that hadn't been absorbed yet. The problem with this was that most emetics had to be administered orally, and the currently drooling Fae child was staring at his hand, and Nevin did not think he could get him to swallow one of the emetic agents he had. No... This needed something else something to entice the drugged up boy to take his medicine.

    Nevin's eyes fell on the syrup on the counter, also a honey flavored treat, and he had his answer. The Fae had fairly well gorged himself on the honey hard candies, a honey syrup would no doubt entice him. Nevin pulled off his tunic and folded it up under the boy's head so he wouldn't hurt himself, and hurried to find an emetic to mix with the syrup. Getting the mix together took only a few minutes, and Nevin hoped Fenn had managed to hurt himself or gotten worse whole he worked frantically.

    "Hey, Fenn, Fenn can you hear me?
    I wanted to apologize for trying to make you spit out the candies. I've got another treat for you, a honey syrup that you can just hold in your mouth and savor. Just have to open your mouth, OK?"
    Please Crimson let this work, I'd rather not have accidentally killed a child. Nevin sent a fervent prayer out as he held the edge of the mixing cup to Fenn's face.

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    Fenn seemed to have suddenly been thrust into an upright position, which made him a little more dizzy than before. Bugs still vexed his skin, and he couldn’t quite scratch them away. His hands were too shakey to scratch at all. The potion maker’s words were an indistinguishable buzz in Fenn’s ear. There were shifty hues everywhere that shouted over Nevin and drowned him out. Pale lavender bubbles floated up through a stream of dark green, slashed through with dark blue and grey, and the boy reached out as if to touch the orbs of color. He couldn’t quite reach them. Something broke through the flashings, a smooth surface touching Fenn’s mouth — like the edge of a cup. With a soundless hiccupy giggle, Fenn stuck his tongue into the cup.

    Oh! Sweet! Was this more honey?

    Fenn lapped it up gratefully for a moment. Then, the cup was taken from him, and… Whoa. His stomach was-

    Hrrrrk.

    It tasted a lot less sweet coming up than it had going down. Sour, really. Fenn awkwardly wiped his tongue on his arm, whimpered, and collapsed back to the floor from whence he had been risen.

    Amid the myriad of colors dancing before him, Fenn realized that his puke was golden. Gold! It was quickly concluded that he was magic. He was magic magic, not merely ice-making magic. The pukes-solid-gold kind. Though, even if he was super-magical, it wasn’t helping him feel very good right now. Queasiness made him reluctant to lift his head. He’d just stay right where he was, on the floor, until maybe he didn’t feel like he had been punched in the gut by John fucking Cromwell.

    Within a minute of “staying right where he was”, Fenn had passed out.

    ~~~

    “Auf?”

    Daugi pressed her good eye to the window and whined frightfully as she watched her tiny charge collapse. Around the same time the little black bugs had invaded her coat, bumps had shown up on him, already instilling in her a low level of constant worry alongside her cursed scratching and itching. And now — obviously, he wasn’t well. He needed her when he wasn’t well. Was there no trouble he could keep his nose out of?

    Peeling herself away from the window, she shot the door a poisonous look. Human architecture was as perplexing as always. Invisible walls, entrances that only opened for the human hand… and she knew they only worked for the human hand, because her teeth had never been able to persuade a door’s knob to open. Entry into human housing took a bit of force. Growling to herself, the hefty beast took a few bounds back, squared her haunches, and bounded for the door.

    SLAM!

    Daugi was inside the shop. So, too, was the door. All three jagged pieces of it, laid out on the floor. The direwolf shook splinters out of her fur, pleased with her clever entrance. She stared down the alchemist with her one good eye. Suspicion danced in her gaze. Not once breaking eye contact, she padded over and stood over her prone fae-pup.

    “Wuff auf,” she barked in the alchemist’s direction, as if commanding him to fix this.
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    It had been a tremendous relief when the Fae child sampled the syrup mixture. The flavor had been enough to hide the emetic as he happily guzzled down the medicine. And that has led to a further great relief - the emetic had worked on Fenn as it was supposed to.

    Fenn vomited up the sticky honey-golden mess of candy and chemicals that he had greedily consumed, emptying the contents of his stomach onto the floor beside his head. He had stared at the mess for a moment with wide eyes, then begun giggling madly before passing out. Well. Maybe he hadn't gotten all of the numbing agent out of Fenn's body, but enough had come out that Nevin felt fairly safe in thinking that the boy wasn't going into a fatal overdose state.

    It was as Nevin was trembling slightly as the endorphins of adrenaline left his body that he heard a worrying sound. It sounded faintly like.... screaming? He looked up towards the front of the shop, and realized with a bolt of concern that he could no longer see the dire wolf. Had the boy's consciousness been keeping the beast from attacking the villagers, and now with him unconscious it was running wild? He started to get up -

    and then his door was gone. It took Nevin a full two seconds to process what had happened. The massive direwolf was now in his shop, the shattered remains of his front door laying on the ground just inside the doorway. He about to finish standing up when the beast fixed him with a fiery eye, freezing him in place.

    Not good not good not good. Worse, the beast had come inside, obviously targeting the being who had kept her enthralled. Even as the frozen Alchemist watched she padded over to the sleeping boy and... stood protectively over him? OK, that was not what Nevin had been fearing would happen. The terrifying dog whuffed in his direction, sweeping her nose from man to the child in one motion.

    Was.. Was she telling him to make the boy better? The massive hound continued to stare at him with one eye, the orb fixed on him from a terrifying Visage. But now, up close, Nevin could see concern in the eye whenever it flicked down to Fenn. Oh.

    "Peace, peace. The child will be alright - he got greedy and consumed too much of something that tasted good but was actually bad for him. I already managed to get the bad stuff out of him." He tilted his head towards the honey-gold mess that she was almost standing in as she tried protecting the boy.

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