(no subject)
I appear to have lost my sense of smell. This happened a few days ago. I wanted to do some experiments on this 'snow' after that, since I was told that snow isn't harmful. When I was touching it again, I realised I had also lost my sense of taste. I decided to stop after that: I'm unsure how permanent the damage is.
It's like nothing my father ever encountered, and nothing like it happened in the forest, either. The Sheriff would love to have such a thing in his hands, I think. Figuratively, of course. He'd hate to lose his own senses.
Now would be a good time to be working as physician or alchemist, I think. I could taste even the bitterest mixtures and fool even Allan into eating them, and I could work with all kinds of smoky and bitter things.
I suspect, though, that healing this kind of thing would be beyond even my father. I hope it does not last much longer.
However, if anyone needs someone to watch over them, I have nothing else to do, and I haven't been assigned a place to live yet as far as I know, so it would be a fair trade.
It's like nothing my father ever encountered, and nothing like it happened in the forest, either. The Sheriff would love to have such a thing in his hands, I think. Figuratively, of course. He'd hate to lose his own senses.
Now would be a good time to be working as physician or alchemist, I think. I could taste even the bitterest mixtures and fool even Allan into eating them, and I could work with all kinds of smoky and bitter things.
I suspect, though, that healing this kind of thing would be beyond even my father. I hope it does not last much longer.
However, if anyone needs someone to watch over them, I have nothing else to do, and I haven't been assigned a place to live yet as far as I know, so it would be a fair trade.