Finding reagents was time-consuming, but critical if you wanted quality stock as an apothecary. Normally he would rely on the markets to pick and choose from, but he wanted to save a little silver on getting the higher-priced objects. There were many problems with market stock. One, prices were based on the seller. Two, quality was dependent on the source and the skill of the harvesters. Three, counterfeit goods were a possibility. Buying fake stock was more of a waste of money than buying something low-quality. He had seen his sister gather her bags and tie up her camping gear and overheard her asking their mother for permission. He knew she was going, and although he loathed leaving the comfort and convenience of his quarters–he couldn't expect others to get him what he was looking for. Shortly after daybreak he left his room and knocked loudly on his sister's. Once he saw her face he said: "Take me to Horae with you." He wasn't like the rest of his family; if he wanted to say something he would say it straight, unless doing so was counterproductive. His sister replied back quickly. "Sure. We can go right now actually." Of course he knew that, but the most important thing was she agreed.
He had half an hour before Chrysanthe was planning to depart, so he took the essentials and Heisei. The Ataiyan dragon was the only person he'd allow as his assistant, as he knew exactly how the apothecary wanted things done. With ten minutes to spare, he climbed up a knotted rope ladder into the small tent-like booth fastened to his sister's kalangitan and sat down. The flaps were raised for the time being to give a panoramic view of the skies during flight. His sister was only home two weeks out of every month, mostly spending her time elsewhere flying on Strelitzia or going on trips with Mr. Bosch. Occasionally she'd go with their mother to help with research, leaving him and his elder brother the ones who stayed in their house in Sularia.
Normally Rosenites weren't too keen on leaving contact with the ground, though for every individual this feeling varied. His mother was hesitant to fly if she wasn't in an airship, and would cover her eyes to prevent herself from accidentally looking down. Lysandre could shapeshift into a bat, so flying wasn't an issue. And Chrysanthe was an avid flyer so she had no problems. He himself was ambivalent when it came to aerial and aquatic transport, though like most people he was not immune to motion sickness. This was precisely why he preferred using portals, as you could skip the entire voyage in seconds. Simple, efficient, and reliable–without the nausea. This came into effect the moment he started feeling the kalangitan 'saddle' shaking. Whistling winds aside, the currents were whipping him about making his hair fly into his face. His sister said they were going to find a place to land, which turned into several circles around in the air until he felt them taking a nosedive. The rushing air blocking out sound from his ears, he felt his stomach push itself into his lungs as the world began to spin.
The vertigo ended once they were on solid land, and his sister had left after reminding him how to get off. Still feeling ill, he laid on the floor of the saddle-tent for a while until he felt he could stand. Pulling himself to the side, he found a space clear of Strelitzia's wing and proceeded to vomit. "Ugh…Much better." Crawling down the rope ladder he squinted his eyes at the bright and disgustingly cheery meadow. There was pollen everywhere and insects humming about. Slapping a wasp with his shoe, he covered up his mess and decided to crawl back up until his head settled down. "You know what, forget saving silver. I hate this. I hate everything."
