Recent content by Trix

Because it means he is going to find this world hard. Especially with those gifts... "It's a family thing," Trix said instead and then glanced beyond her to the crowds once more filling the courtyard. Kress was she glad she no longer had to do that. "Anyway, you should get going. When I heard...

"Mas the doer of good?" Trix rolled her eyes. As much as she loved her cousin the pair could not have been more dissimilar as of late. If an old woman had fallen down in the street, Mas would have stopped to help her home and then probably been coerced into staying for tea and to meet the womans...

Trix's eyes narrowed. "Proctor Narcissus. Destroying this won't save them, Thraah. If it's not this it'll be something else," she ran a hand down her face. Of course, the one time she would show some interest in an initiate and they had to be a fanatic. If the girl only knew what bit of Aniria...

"No some of them don't. Some of us didn't get the time either," a darkness fell over Trix's gaze as her jaw clenched, thinking back to a year ago when instead of feeling the buzz from a dance full of pretty lights and idle flirting, most of her class had been dead or in the infirmary. She shook...

"Wake up kid, that's life. At least here it is," she sighed and finally turned around in her chair, scowling at the use of magic in an environment where fire was certainly not welcome. Some of the plants were beginning to grow agitated and writhed like snakes about to strike. "Knock it off or...

Trix didn't turn to the girl as she lifted open the cage of the living rats and set down little bowls of food. She wondered if the cure that worked on humans to resist the plants effects would aid them in their recovery. It was always important to find the cure as well as the poison, after all...

Trix's only reply to Thraah's claims was a quiet snort; perhaps she was growing as a person. A year ago she would have continued to mock the girl. "Theoretically, yes," Trix nodded. The other two rats still lived though were clearly extremely ill. The third had lasted five minutes before...

Trix merely picked out her notebook and began taking crisp, concise recordings of the three experiments underneath what she had written the previous day about the odd rot. "The plant you found the rot on is called Inquiétant d'esprit - the Mind Meddler. They're fairly harmless in comparison to...

"Let's see," Trix carefully took out one of the rats that had been locked in the cage. Mostly they were there for the plants to eat, but occasionally they were also helpful for experiments such as this one. She felt the creature in place and pushed a syringe into its mouth giving it a small...

"Poor Mas..." Trix shook her head, watching the younger girl go with a bemused smile. The plants seemed to nod their agreement and, with a shake of her head, she returned to her pruning. Much as she had promised, Trix was in the greenhouse once more the next day at the same time. She'd arrived...

Trix snorted. "Sure kid, we'll call it the Fire Drake," she glanced outside to the students now filling the courtyard as they moved on to their next lessons. Whilst she didn't participate care if a student decided to ditch, she would care if she suddenly got the blame for it. "You should get...

"Plants are a lot like us in many ways. It's a living organism and these ones... well. They're more akin to an animal than a mere daisy," Trix took the small dish with great care over to another table. Various other dishes sat there along with cages with rodents in. They squeaked as she drew...

Trix couldn't help the quiet snort; was that what all the smitten girls around here thought of her cousin? It was a wonder he had turned out how he was and had not grown a head as large as the Urahil kid. Still, she didn't do anything to dismiss those claims. If people believed them or thought...

Gone was the irritation and protective glimmer the bully of the upper year had shown. Trix went back to tapping her fingers along to the music along the back of Maz's chair and looking around the room with the same bored expression she had worn for most of the night. Her gaze wandered from one...

It was hard to walk fast with a bound leg but somehow Trix was making good enough time even over the rocks and pebbles of the riverbed. She put a hand under Rafael's elbow when she reached him and all but hurled him along without breaking a step. "There's a Great House involved. We need to...