Listening to the story, the alchemist had no idea of what those deeds meant. Anyone could have said that it was another crazy storie created to attract everyone's attention, but to him, it was another incident of magic nature.
—Well... before that, I really don't know... I mean, it's a condition in which you don't seem to receive either a benefit or a course; besides the length of your hair. I think it could be useless.
—Why, monsieur. That is, perhaps, because more than injecting magic into me... She rather cursed me.— she paused a bit as if trying to find the right words to explain concisely the point of it all.
—You see, monsieur, she touched my hair and drank one of my tears, the exchange cursed me. As the night falls, my hair turns as dark as the sky, and as long as the sunrise allows it. However, I didn't give her the tear, she took it from me, and that is why Grand-mama says it's a curse rather than an act of magic. What do you think, monsieur? Am I just cursed or do I have some magic within me?— She asked with a pleasant and relaxed smile with her eyes barely opened, staring at him almost sharply.
He listened to her quietly as he continued bringing that massage on her temples. She couldn't see him, but he kept that silly smile on his face, this was not the first time he would be related to another being touched by the magic world.
—It's interesting to bring it up now, that I've never sense anything of it on you, maybe you're sensitive, but you've not awaken your magic energy... That ability to awake magic is lost this modern times.—
—You see....— she added nervously. —I... Well... I was touched by the fae, when I was a child...— she said rather hesitantly, unable to open her eyes, she wanted to hear his reaction first rather than see it.
—Grand-mama told me when the incident happened that because of that, I would always have some magic within me, and, it has been true, to some extent, I guess... Very odd things happen to me all the time...— she explained rather faintly, waiting for his response.
He kept a soft smile as he continued that massage. It was only on the exact moment she mentioned what was bugging her, when he raised one of his eyebrows.
—Oh? I wonder what it would be, but I'll know it if you really feel ready to spill it out.
She closed her eyes and leaned against the back of the chair when as she felt the alchemist's hands begin to massage her temples, perceiving that faint minty scent fill her nose. —You smell good, Monsieur.— she pointed out as she was getting more and more relaxed.
—Why... You see, monsieur... Perhaps there's something I ought to tell you, it might be important...— she muttered nervously with her eyes still closed.
—Maybe you can feel what kind of feelings got after they were written... That's not common.—
He answered as he got closer, he placed both hands on the sides of her head bringing a little massage, while expelling his Aura which emitted a soft peppermint scent around them.
—Why, it's just all this day dreamin', Monsieur. You see... this always happens every time I touch certain books....— she says thoughtfully with her hand posed over her chin with a reflexive expression.
