John hates research but at this point, he was ready for it. What he had learn about Howl, true it was much, and still so much that he didn't know. He wonder if Warren knew about Howl's eye, unsure if he would be breaking Howl's trust by going to Warren. He look down at the his glove, "Trust...that he even let me about..." he whisper. He close his hand into a fist. He'll do it, he'll find some way to help his friend. He glance down at his leg, remembering the chewing out he got, and in Warren case a stern glare, from Howl, Oak, and a few of the others.
He wait until neither of his parents were at home and raided his dad's books. He pull everything about void, from the "Aether, void, and you" to "Void creatures and curses: How to summon, unsummon, and form them". There had to be something, anything tiny even, that could help Howl. So, now he was at the Grindstone, several books open around him. He already had a small stack of paper off to the side, a small rock sitting on top of them to keep them from blowing away. In his lap, was one open book, quail in hand as he wrote down what he found, before going to another book and flipping several pages, and double checking it. Yet, he still found nothing about the void stone eye.
"It has to be here..." he mutter to himself. If he could find even a tiny reference of what it could be he might be able to find a way to cleanse the stone. If that didn't work...
"John?"
there was the chance that it could be remove. There was risk with that though, his hand moving to another book, flipping back a couple of pages. The lesser risk of Howl being blind...
"John!"
the greater risk was the eye being tied to Howl's aether. Removing it would risk Howl's very life...something he really, really didn't want to risk at all...
"My son..."
John blink as he found a large familiar hand close on his right. He look up to find his dad's concern eyes staring at him. "Da...dad?"
Thomas look over his son's face. The ears that had been shifting lower as he watch him search through his books. The worry and fear that was flashing across John's face, finally made him step in and stop the young miqo'te. "Who is it?" he ask. "Who has you so concern that you risk tainting yourself with the void?"
"I..." John lower his head. "I can't tell you. They put their trust that I won't say anything..." He look back up, face determine. "Yet, I have to help them. I owe them...all of them so much."
The highlander remove his hand from his son's own, reaching back to take his own staff in hand. "If you are this determine to do this, I will not stop you." He almost let a smile touch his lips. "When you return my books to there proper place, meet me at the Thaumaturge Guild. I will help you find the knowledge you seek." He turn his back to his son. "But know this, John Waterstrike," he said, "I am a hard taskmaster." He walks back to Ul'dah.
He could only sit there, staring at his father until he could no longer see him. He bow his head, taking a deep breath...and then letting it out. To risk his aether, it was a small price to pay, if it would help his friend. "I promise, Sir Howl," he said. "Even if it means my death, I'll heal you so you can be happy again."
He wait until neither of his parents were at home and raided his dad's books. He pull everything about void, from the "Aether, void, and you" to "Void creatures and curses: How to summon, unsummon, and form them". There had to be something, anything tiny even, that could help Howl. So, now he was at the Grindstone, several books open around him. He already had a small stack of paper off to the side, a small rock sitting on top of them to keep them from blowing away. In his lap, was one open book, quail in hand as he wrote down what he found, before going to another book and flipping several pages, and double checking it. Yet, he still found nothing about the void stone eye.
"It has to be here..." he mutter to himself. If he could find even a tiny reference of what it could be he might be able to find a way to cleanse the stone. If that didn't work...
"John?"
there was the chance that it could be remove. There was risk with that though, his hand moving to another book, flipping back a couple of pages. The lesser risk of Howl being blind...
"John!"
the greater risk was the eye being tied to Howl's aether. Removing it would risk Howl's very life...something he really, really didn't want to risk at all...
"My son..."
John blink as he found a large familiar hand close on his right. He look up to find his dad's concern eyes staring at him. "Da...dad?"
Thomas look over his son's face. The ears that had been shifting lower as he watch him search through his books. The worry and fear that was flashing across John's face, finally made him step in and stop the young miqo'te. "Who is it?" he ask. "Who has you so concern that you risk tainting yourself with the void?"
"I..." John lower his head. "I can't tell you. They put their trust that I won't say anything..." He look back up, face determine. "Yet, I have to help them. I owe them...all of them so much."
The highlander remove his hand from his son's own, reaching back to take his own staff in hand. "If you are this determine to do this, I will not stop you." He almost let a smile touch his lips. "When you return my books to there proper place, meet me at the Thaumaturge Guild. I will help you find the knowledge you seek." He turn his back to his son. "But know this, John Waterstrike," he said, "I am a hard taskmaster." He walks back to Ul'dah.
He could only sit there, staring at his father until he could no longer see him. He bow his head, taking a deep breath...and then letting it out. To risk his aether, it was a small price to pay, if it would help his friend. "I promise, Sir Howl," he said. "Even if it means my death, I'll heal you so you can be happy again."
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