[Semi-open] A field trip

[justice_is_blond]

WHO: Anders, Petra, Myr, Inessa, Pel, semi-open
WHAT: Anders leads a group to pick flowers so he can run some tests as he continues on his Quest for the Cure
WHEN: Todayish
WHERE: Grassy fields outside Kirkwall
NOTES: Open to anyone who will interact with Anders.

There are a lot of long shots when it comes to what might help fight the Blight, but because basically anything is a long shot at the end of the day, Anders is willing to try weird things. This includes gathering flowers, sketching them so that he doesn't duplicate his efforts, and testing them in various ways. A flower cured a dog, supposedly. Maybe there's a plant that will help.

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[faithlikeaseed]

Cheery, indeed--Myr shivers as if a cloud's passed before the sun and attends to his water rather than grim speculation on what might happen should Corypheus make it so far as Kirkwall. Surely it won't come to that, he's about to say, with rather more optimism than he feels--when Garahel comes over and drops the ball beside him, immediately diverting his attention. "Oh--hello, Garahel."

He reaches out to feel around for what the mabari's brought him, wrinkling up his nose a little as he finds the damp ball. "Did you want me to throw this?" That's...that's a thing you do with dogs, right? "I--" don't think that's a good idea, because while his arm's fine there's no saying he won't hit somebody with the ball if he chucks it in a random direction... But then a thought occurs to him.

"--need you to go a little ways away from us in a direction there's no people, then bark so I know where to throw it. Can you do that?" It seems a practical enough experiment to him.

[circleprodigy]

Inessa chuckles as she watches Garahel dash off toward an unpopulated spot, then bark excitedly. "Where there's a will, there's a way. You have a good range to throw, none of our people are in that direction."

[faithlikeaseed]

Well, I'll be. So they really could take the kind of complex instruction a person could. Myr looks suitably impressed, before knocking back the rest of his water and laying the cup aside. "Thanks," he remarks to her, clambering to his feet. "Don't think anyone here'd appreciate me hitting them."

He tosses the ball once to get a sense of it before lofting it in Garahel's direction, grin creeping back to him as he does. This is the kind of break he needed.