From Marvels Sprung
Fifth Day of the Seventh Month 293 AC
Rina pushed the lock of hair sodden with steam out of her eyes with a huff. It wasn't Baella's fault, but hot roiling mist still itched against her scalp, and the taste of burning salt set her ill at ease. Bathing the gentle traveler in the sea had proved to be the best way to quench her outer shroud of flame without harming her inner furnace, but it had also made the air thick and hard to gulp down, something the magic that warded against the heat would not guard against.
"I think we have have been going about this backwards," Rina said to the others.
Xor bobbed up and down curiously while Velen cocked his head to the side, listening intently. A part of Rina was still surprised by how lightly she could now take the company of a magic fire bird and a being from beyond all realms of sanity who was ironically one of the sanest people she knew.
The young mage cleared her throat. "We have been thinking of this like taking blood, but one quart of blood is the same as the next right? The gems are not that. They serve specific purposes to regulate the inner magics of Baella's, er... innards." Truth be told, Rina was not quite so certain about the way their study interacted with the healer's arts.
"They do not have any magic other than an affinity to fire once removed," Velen reminded her, though he did not dismiss her words as Rina still feared could happen at any moment and for any reason.
Baella opened one enormous luminous eye and looked at her, perhaps through her.
"You shouldn't worry so much, dear. We all have something worthwhile to say."
"Er, right. You see, I think there are systems of gems that serve specific needs. Take out one and that whole function collapses, and the 'rogue gems' might even be poisoning her..."
"I don't feel poisoned," Baella assured them, obviously worried that she might have distressed one of her attended.
"Fire is the element of purification," Xor mused. "Mayhap you have been purging your own imbalance in the very inner flames the gems are wrought from, thus accounting for the disproportional loss of strength."
They went through testing all through the day, but by the end the results were conclusive that Rina's intuition had been right. Now they just had to find which of the gems paired with which and how to harvest them without causing harm, a difficult task to be sure but one they had a good start on.
Soonest begun, soonest done, Lady Cox used to say to her daughter. Rina giggled at the notion of her mother seeing her in present company, then she realized with a start that she would very much like to see that day in truth, not as some juvenile amusement, but because a world in which one such as Baella or even Xor could be introduced simply as a friend would be so much better than the one they all lived in.
Fire Whale Gem Harvesting Progress: 16/18 (monthly total)
Later that night by the light of unwavering witch light, Rina wrote a letter to her mother. It seemed the most prosaic thing, beginning with: 'I hope this letter finds you well' and ending with 'Love Rina,' and yet for the young mage it was more a marvel than all the strange secrets she was learning, the courage to write it more precious than gold.
OOC: I was really tempted to make this a two-part interlude but nothing else fit in properly. Still, short as it might be I think it gets the point of the action across in a way that also advances the character.