Training From a Mentor

5 January 2015

10:31 Subira sweeps into the scene, looking like the spitting image of an zebra shaman.

10:32 Ruzeth 's jaw drops as he sees Subira and rushes up to her. "Oooh~ Are you the one who's supposed to teach me?"

10:33 Zuthal pouts as the cute little zebra runs away from her

10:39 Subira raises an eyebrow at all the bows in Ruzeth's mane. She pushes back her hood, revealing her mane full of little bones and other trinkets. "Teach you?" she asks, her voice rich and deep. "And what would I teach?"

10:40 Ruzeth grins up at her and takes a seat at her hooves. "Well...the spirits, they sent me to this strange land and said that I would meet somepony important here, who would help me grow. And...I left home only half trained in the ways of the spirits."

11:00 Subira sits tall above Ruzeth, an imposing figure even before his cultural concerns. "The spirits?" she says. "Perhaps."

11:05 Ruzeth feels a hint of reverance as he looks up at her. "Yes, they told me to come accross the see to these strange lands...and then seemed like they abandoned me here..."

11:06 Subira suddenly stands, her bangles clinking and her robe wooshing around her legs. "You will have to come with me," she says. "I do not stay in one place for long."

11:08 Ruzeth purses his lips into a frown as she speaks, shaking his head. "N-no. I...I cant come with you. I cant leave Lucent..." He responds, voice wavering.

11:10 Subira walks smoothly around Ruzeth, gliding in her robe. "Who is Lucent?" she asks, the tone of her voice difficult to read.

11:13 Ruzeth gets to his feet, turning to face her as she paces, still frowning. "Lucent is a friend of mine, whom saved my life. I cant leave him. He and I are very close."

11:19 Subira nods in what might be approval. "You are," she repeats. "And a life owed is a great burden. But I do not ask you to leave him forever; just a few short weeks."

11:25 Ruzeth smiles bashfully, looking away a bit and chuckling with a slight nevousness in his laugh. "Well...its a little bit more than a life debt...I dont know how he'd feel about being apart for a month...And I'd miss him too."

11:29 Subira steps closer, reaching out a hoof with several clinking bangles from the sleeve of her robe. She touches it to Ruzeth's chin, lifting up his head and making him look into her turquoise eyes. "If it is real love," she says, "it will endure. He will understand."

11:38 Ruzeth looks deep inter her beautiful eyes, seeing himself in their reflection, and gives a slight nod. "Ya...I know...its just...Its so hard to be away now that I've finally found him..."

11:43 Subira stares into Ruzeth's blue orbs with unnerving focus. The mare seemed like she was staring right through him, like he was pinned to a wall and she was reading through him, line by line. Finally, she turns away. "You will manage it," she says, and it wasn't a command so much as a statement of certainty. "Come with me for now. You can tell him shortly."

11:47 Ruzeth watches her, entranced by the mare's gaze, becoming further and furhter relaxed by her watchful eyes. He sits there still for a couple moments, unwavering, when she finally turns away, only snapping out of it and getting to his feet when she speaks once more. "Oh..umm...yes maam," he says quickly, trotting along behind.

11:52 Subira smiles as the young zebra trots after her, the shaman sweeping along like a great bird. She eyes Ruzeth, noting his little less working to keep up with her great strides, and shakes her head. "This won't do for traveling," she says. "Much too inconvenient." The zebra reaches into the pouches slung over her shoulder and under her robe and pulls out a few herbs. Crushing them between her hooves, she presses them to Ruzeth's forehead with incredible speed. Subira speaks some words in Zebrican, and the little zebra finds himself shrinking, reduced to half his normal size.

12:14 Ruzeth takes 1 and a half paces for every pace the shaman takes, keeping up, but working much harder at it than she was. WHne she stops, he tilts her head, curiously and says, "Too inconvinient...? What do you mean?" He asks, before staring at her and her incantations. As he begins to shrink, he squeaks and looks up at her even more confused. "But...how am I supposed to follow now?"

12:18 Subira finishes her chanting and moves her hoof upward, ruffling Ruzeth's mane. "Don't worry," she says in her ever calm voice. The shaman turns around, brushing her robed side against the smaller zebra as she walks. When her hindquarters are about to pass him, she suddenly steps backwards towards him and her tail flings her robe into the air. Ruzeth has just enough time to get a glimpse of her black marehood before it plunges over his face, taking in his entire head and shoulders in the first slurp.

12:21 Ruzeth sighs and begins to walk beside her, scurying to keep up as she slowly pulls ahead of him. He pants hard, trying to keep up when he finds himself scooped up by the tail. A loud eep escapes his mouth as he flies through the air to press into her lips with a wet squelch. Confused abotu what was going on, Ruzeth plants his rear hooves on her rump and tires to pull himself out.

12:26 Subira sits down on Ruzeth, pressing him between her slick nethers and the ground. Her strength and weight easily overwhelm the shrunken zebra. The zebra's thick lips slide down over Ruzeth's body, forcing his forelegs against his sides and coating him in her lubricant. Subira grunts as she forces herself downward, feeling the colt stretch out her inner reaches the and bulge out her belly underneath her robe. With another grunt, her rump slams into the ground with a wet squish, surrounding Ruzeth's hindlegs with her warm mare flesh. Gradually, her body ripples and pulls him deeper, letting her flower close up underneath his legs and surround him completely in her warm, silken darkness.

12:34 Ruzeth squeaks as the weight suddnely increases on his body, forcing him in even deeper with a couple more wet squelches. He flails as his forelegs get sucked in, massaging her moist plushy walls with his movements. And then, soon, the rest of his body is forced incide, covering him wihth her sweet juices. His movements percist as he's pulled deeper into her moist chamber. "Wha-what did you do to me SUbira?" He asks, sounding quite panicked.

12:40 Subira sits on the ground for a few moments, panting from the struggles within her. Her ears twitch, but she soon regains control of herself. The shaman stands up, rotating Ruzeth's dark world around him, and concentrates. Her slick tunnel ripples around him, squeezing and pushing the zebra into her depths. The bulges in her lower belly move upwards, all gathering in her midsection. Ruzeth is forced through a tight ring before tumbling out into a relatively open space, surrounded by plush soft walls. He can hear Subira's heartbeat loud in the close space. Then the world turns again, making him roll to the new bottom of the womb, and he feels a moving pressure from outside. Subira rubs her swollen belly, making comforting shhh sounds. "You're fine," she says, "I just tucked you somewhere a but more convenient to travel around with. It's perfectly safe there, just relax." She stands back up, letting her robe fall back down and cover her bulged belly. There was absolutely no sign of Ruzeth from the outside, her thick robe completely hiding her belly.

12:49 Ruzeth continues his paniced movements as he's drawn in, the situation reminding him way too much like when he'd been swallowed by that dragon bird months ago. Though, when she finally speaks to him, he calms down a little bit, though still not fully comfortable. "UGh...but...all this dampness...it reminds me of when I got eaten by a creature with Lucent...that wasnt fun...until he confessed his love for me anyways..." Finally, he just curls into the ball, lulled into a trance by the swaying of her hips.

12:55 Subira resumes her long strides, her womb swaying gently beneath her. The plush chamber ripples gently around Ruzeth, massaging him and working her juices into his fur and mane. Though it was damp, it was warm and smelled much, much better than the insides of the dragon bird. "Oh?" says Subira, interested. "You must tell me that story sometime. Why, now seems perfect. What ate you, and how did you survive?" She gives her belly a firm pat and rubs it around before resuming walking. Her rubs loosen the walls, giving more room so he doesn't have to curl up so tight. Her belly was completely concealed anyway.

12:59 Ruzeth yawns deep within her confines, and rolls around till he finds the most comfortable spot. "Well...I guess..." He says, givning another yawn. "Me and Lucent were searching for herbs in teh forest when we were trapped by an Astral Dragon Bird...It swallowed both of us whole, but Lucent can cast a sheild spell though he cant hold it long. I however, had the herbs to whip up a potency spell, forced him to drink it. Eventually the thing passed us..."

13:06 Subira 's ears twitch as Ruzeth rolls around inside her womb, but when he settles down, the sensations are easily manageable. "An astral dragon bird?" she says, a little bit of awe actually creeping into her voice. "Not many ponies have seen one of those and lived to tell the tale, let alone after getting such an... intimate tour." She smiles. "That shows real resourcefulness, Ruzeth. A good shaman is always resourceful." Subira stares off into the distance. "I wish to meet this Lucent."

07:28 Ruzeth hoofs at the plushy walls as she swings him back and forth with a bit of a smile on his muzzle as the mare compliments him. "Ah ya...I cant say I enjoyed that tour so much...It was pretty terrifying and terrible. Also...did you know that that potency spell leaks your emotions to anyone near by? That was an intersting 12 hours or so..."

07:35 Subira feels Ruzeth pressing a hoof against her confines, and it bulges out her furry skin, but makes so visible difference in the robe swishing around Subira's flanks. The soft wall gives under his hoof and coats it in the mare's fragrant internal slime. "And very educational, I'm sure," she says, a hint of amusement in her voice. "To have survived such a trial is no small feat, young one. The spirits were testing you." She listens to his description of the side effects and hums to herself. "Did you mix starflower and dragon's root? I have known them to cause such a thing before."

07:39 Ruzeth nods within her as she guesses at the ingredients before realizing she cant see. "Oh...yes, and manticore's bane. And...unfortunetly instead of water we had to use the creatures slime...I bet that was unpleasant for my companion. Testing me though...maybe...but then why would they have waited so long to link me up with this important equine, with, I think...you."

07:47 Subira nods to herself. "Yes, that would cause some complications," she says. The zebra shaman trots under the trees at the edge of the forest, the dappled shadows playing over her striped fur and dark robe. "The spirits work as they will. And waited so long? You are still quite young," she says. The mare sits down against a tree, rotating the world around Ruzeth and making him slide around inside her slick chamber. Her robe spills back to expose her swollen belly, and Subira rests her forehooves on it, making the space tighter for the colt inside her. "But now I am here, and you are here, and I will teach you some of what I know."

07:54 Ruzeth swirls around in her gut, squirming to try and reorient himself as he leans agains the tree, giving a small whine as he sloshes back and forth in her slime. He grunts as the hooves push down on him, shrinking his availible space. "They may be quite young...but I arrived in equestria 2 months ago...and nearly died twice within the first week..." He grumbles discontentedly, though he perks up at her offer. "Only some? Well...at least you will teach me."

07:58 Subira gets out some more alchemical supplies, and pauses while grinding herbs in her mortar. "The harsher the tests, the greater the reward," she says. "But twice?" she asks. "What was the other time?" The shaman continues grinding her herbs, adding in some water to make a paste. She rests the mortar on her belly, pushing down onto it and onto Ruzeth as she grinds.

08:06 Ruzeth feels a second weight ontop of him as she pushes the mortar into her bulging gut, giving a small whine as it presses into his belly. "Well...the first time was less than 5 minutes into equestria...when I was almost crushed by a crate and Lucent saved me with his forcefield magic," he explains. "If it werent for that, I'd probably not have me tsuch a wonderful stallion." Ruzeth's face is practically glowing in the dark chamber, shuffling back and forth.

08:13 Subira smiles, still grinding away at her concoction. "Ah, fate," she says, "it has its ways." The shaman and fate were like old friends, and she could coax a favor out of it now and then. With a final grind, Subira finishes her paste and sets it down. She scoops out a hoofful and traces it over her belly, scribing out a pale green design in her striped fur. Once she's applied all the paste, the shaman presses her hooves against her belly hard, pressing them into Ruzeth in the slimy space, and *pulls*. The colt feels himself being lifted out, poking through Subira's belly fur as a spectral copy of his real self, blush and all.

08:21 Ruzeth continues to blush, going silent as Subira works even more and then begins to wonder what she's even doing out there. "Hey Subira...whats going on?" He asks, though he's soon answered with heavy hooves pressing uncomfrotably into his shoulders, working that slime into ever nook and cranny of his body. "Wha-Hey" Be begins, before going quiet, stunneda s he's pulled into an incorpreal form. "Woh...spirit walking without partaking of the ceremonial smoke..." He comments, stunned before looking down at the strange figure of himself in her gut. "How did you even fit me?"

08:26 Subira pulls Ruzeth's spirit form out the rest of the way and dusts off her hooves on her robe. "I made you smaller," she says simply. The shaman grins, though she manages to make even that look wise and reserved. "You don't have to keep that size in your spirit form, you know." She pats her lumpy belly with a hoof, making it squish and causing Ruzeth to feel the slime squeezing around his body. "The womb is a natural focus of magic," she explains idly. "There are things I can show you there I could not anywhere else..."

08:29 Ruzeth is suddnely super tired...

08:33 Ruzeth hops off her body and onto the ground after he's freed, though as a spirit, he really could choose to float wherever. The zebra puts on a sily face at her comment, and concentrates for a moment, adjusting his size till he was bigger than he usually was, now having the phisique of a fully grown zebra. "Hey, quit squeezing me like that," he says with a grimace as the wetness squelches around him. "And that means I can never be as good fo a shaman as you...?"

08:44 Subira looks at the zebra "stallion" with a faintly amused expression, and raises an eyebrow as he complains. The mare pulls her hoof away and gets back to her hooves, which of course causes Ruzeth's body to slide around inside her slick womb. Even as her robe falls back over her painted belly and hides his body from view, he can still feel it swaying in the slime. Subira's womb ripples gently over Ruzeth's body, very slowly squeezing the slime around him. "My apologies," she says, "but some things I cannot control." His comment about being a good shaman actually provokes a little laugh. "Oh, no no," she says, "it'd be terribly inconvenient if we had to run around putting ponies in there or brewing potions or whatever you're thinking in that silly head of yours. What it helps with is not very commonly useful. And besides, you can do things that I, myself, cannot," she says, pointing a hoof at Ruzeth's transparent sheath. "Those parts of us that create life have power."

09:08 Ruzeth makes a face at every slick movement around his body as he swishes back and forth with her movement and as the canal massages against his body. "It just feels so...so ick..." He complains. before perking up as she explains. "Oh...I can?" He asks, siting back to display a very well endowed package, though since he was still sheathed she couldnt tell his length. "Tell me, what can I do? And what can you do?"

09:17 Subira can't help but find Ruzeth's reactions to the feelings a little bit amusing. "Being able to feel your real body so well is a sign of being in tune with your spirit, you know," she says. The zebra walks over in front of Ruzeth and kneels down on her haunches, making her belly sway and the colt inside squish around again. "That is for later," she says, "though for example, there are rare potions that require specific ingredients." The shaman reaches out to touch a hoof to the stallion's smooth, heavy testicles. "I'll show you what I can do in good time. This is already part of it, projecting you like this."

09:31 Ruzeth squirms a little at the sensations, but neglects to say anything further about it. It was even more disconcerting than before though, because he was nolonger encased in darkness, and going by his eyes, shouldnt feel it at all. "My previous teacher alwas did say I had a strong spiritual connection..." The zebra shivers at teh sensation of her hoof on his sacs, nog having expected her to be able to touch him agian. As she does so, his mind breifly wanders back to Lucnet, allowing his spirits lenth to quiver and begin to press out.' W-what are you doing?"

17:28 Subira raises an eyebrow when that single touch to his sack causes Ruzeth's translucent sheath to plump up, and the flat head of his member to poke out. "I just poked you," she says, amused. "But your form is controlled, to a large extent, by the mind." The shaman points a hoof at the zebra's growing erection, but does not touch. "So that is your own doing."

08:44 Ruzeth blushes, his shimmering form turning the color of his blush instead of just his cheeks in his spirit form. He takes a seat and crosses his forehooves infront of himself to cover up his incecency. "I umm...kind of let my mind wonder over to a friend," he says, truning his head away. "But...you were going to teach me?" He asks, trying to turn the conversation away.

18:29 Subira 's mouth turns up in amusement when the younger zebra turns entirely pink with embarrassment. His legs were partially transparent, and his erection was still visible through them, but she brings her gaze up to his face. "Your friend... Lucent?" she asks, raising her eyebrows a fraction of an inch. "And yes, I did. But first, I want you to make me... a potion. Whatever you like. I shall observe." The shaman starts unpacking her equipment, a small cauldron, a mortar and pestle, and other potion-making necessities. Ruzeth would find that his spirit-body would pass right through them, though; he couldn't interact with things besides Subira, apparently.

05:30 Ruzeth looks away as she asks at him, catching a glimps of his pink fur out of the cornder of his eye and blushing even more pink. The colt turns to face her as she beings to ask him to make a potion, watching intently as she pulls out the equipment. He steps up to the instraments and looks them over, finding her libarary to of tools to be much larger than what he had. "Oh...umm just any potion, he asks, turning to her for aproval. He reaches down for a mortar and pestal while waiting for a response and as he does so, his hooves past through like he was a ghostly visage.

05:39 Subira nods. "Any potion you like," she repeats. "I merely wish to observe what you have learned so far." As the younger zebra reaches for her tools and passes through without affecting them, she makes a small noise, though whether of approval or disapproval, Ruzeth can't tell. "Ah, I see you will be needing some help with your projection." The shaman reaches into a small inner pocket of her saddlebags, and pulls out a glass vial of clear liquid, about the size of her hoof. "That is to be expected, really; I would have been quite impressed had you been able to touch those. This will help, if you spread it on yourself." She pauses for a second, then as though to answer the question of how he would spread it, reaches down out of sight under her belly and presses the vial into herself. The zebra's face betrays nothing, and a few moments later, Ruzeth can feel something poke against his physical body.

05:46 Ruzeth sighs when he notices his hoof pass through and hears the noise, his face instatnly turning into a frown as he figures he failed her first test. "I umm...havnt had much practice outside of small jaunts aided by magic smoke..." He admits, looking away. He perks up a little when she doesnt seem terribly disapointed and instead provides him and object. He presses closer to her to look at the vile in her hoof before its suddenly pressed up against his real body eleiciting a squeak. "Oh umm... press it on myself? I...dont really know how to get back until the smoke wears off..." He admits, trying to press his hooves through her flesh.

05:52 Subira lets that faint smile curl over her lips again as she looks at the spectral zebra. "That is what we are remedying," she says. "You will get plenty of practice." The elder zebra gestures to her swollen belly, visible as she sat with her forelegs pushing her cloak away. As Ruzeth presses his hooves against the intricate design she had painted, he feels some initial resistance, but with more pressure he seems to break through. The zebra's hooves sink through Subira's belly, and when he touches his real body, some force starts to pull him towards her and back into it. He might be able to resist, if he really tried.

05:59 Ruzeth nods at the mare, glad that she didnt seem to find his lack of knowledges and skill too much of a problem. "Well, good, I'd love for you to teach me." He says happily. He has some trouble pushing around her stomach, trying to get through until he inadvertently pushes on her runic circle, sinking in a little initially and then sinking all the way to his body as he reaches through and touches himself. After a strange sucking feeling, he reapears as his old self, blinking and opening his eyes in the darkness. His nose had all but gotten used to the feminine scents around him. He could feel the vail poking at his butt and reaches a hoof down to fish it further in. "Well...what am I supposed to do with this now?"

06:06 Subira looks down at her new pupil. "And I shall," she says, before he presses into her belly and is sucked back through the furry swell. It hadn't gotten any roomier since the last time he was here, the mare's walls still wrapped around him on all sides. They weren't squeezing him tightly, but they roughly conformed to the outline of his body no matter how he moved. Subira watches the lumps in her belly shift slightly as Ruzeth moves around, and rests a hoof on it. "Open that, and rub it into anything that you wish to be solid to other things... or other ponies," she says. The large vial had enough to coat him, especially while shrunken. Its sticky contents would feel oddly cool against his fur, like the extract of an aloe vera plant.

06:13 Ruzeth puts out the stopper on the vial, squirming around as he tries to find a way to lay where the walls didnt press up against his fur so that he could easily apply the poultrice to his body. A she moves, He finds that there's a cord linking him to the mare. "Uhh...so I guess I should just apply this to my face and hooves?" He asks, followed by a bit of thrashing as he contacts the umbilicle and finds he's attached to it. "Huh? But...I'm suddenly attached to you?" He cries out in confusion.

06:20 Subira murrs gently as her passenger squirms around, making the fur covering his form move about. "If that's all you need to be solid, then yes," she says, somewhat evasively. Once Ruzeth discovers something had attached itself to his navel, the zebra rests her hooves on her thrashing belly, and clenches gently, tightening her grip on him to keep him from moving so violently. "Yes, you are. How did you think you were breathing in there?" she asks with some amusement. "Simple: you are not." Indeed, if Ruzeth focused on his breathing, he would notice that when he wasn't talking or actively trying to, he just... wouldn't. And when he did, it didn't seem to be air he was breathing, either. She relaxes her grip so he can apply the mixture.

06:33 Ruzeth squeaks as he feel shtie hooves press against his body, and his struggles slowly lessen as the mare explains to him, though he was still quite confused by the entire situation. The zebra holds his breath to test out her theory and finds that he actually doesnt have to breath, holding it for an inordinate amount of time. After holding his breath for about a minute without noticing any ill effects ahe sighs and turn sto the bottle he's unstopped. Knocking the rim of the vial against his hoof, he manages to coax some of the icky feeling substance out. Steadily, he begins to rub it over his lips and his snout and then over his hooves so that he would be able to manipulate everything that he needed to for the potion. The poultrices stuck to his fur and matted it even harder than the slick feminine moistures. After a couple minutes he taps on the sides of the womb. "Well... alright, I think I've done everything I need."

06:38 Subira smiles as Ruzeth has to test her claim for himself, seeing whether he actually does need to breath or not. "I speak the truth," she says, idly resting a hoof on her belly while she waits for him to finish. The goop feels oddly cool against Ruzeth's fur, sticking easily to it and coating his skin underneath. Once she feels the tapping, she straightens her posture. "The circle I inscribed will let you exit, as well as enter," she instructs to her belly. "If you focus, you will be able to sense where to push your will."

06:43 Ruzeth gives a small nod within her and starts to feel about, though he uses his hooves and not his mind to try and find the spot. After about a minute of fruitless searching the zebra gives a loud huff and then groans. "Its not working. I cant find that stupid rune and push through to my spirit." He complains, frustration papable in his voice.

06:48 Subira lets out a little sigh when Ruzeth fails to find it. All of the rubbing with his hooves had induced her to produce more even feminine juices to coat him with, though they had seemingly no effect on the mixture he'd rubbed onto his hooves and face. "With your mind, I said. We will have to try that again later." The shaman presses her own hoof against the circle, and Ruzeth feels her spirit wrap around one of his hooves and pull him out.

06:55 Ruzeth feels a strange tugging on his body once again as Subira pulls against his spirit, tugging him once more into a spirit form of his self. The parts that he'd covered with goop look quite a bit less transparent than those bits he hadnt covered, so Subira can see what he thought was appropriate. The zebra takes a deep breath and shakes his head to get his bearings as he's thrust once more into spirit form. After a moment, he steps towards the instraments again, this time feeling the grass under his forehooves in addition to the slimyness around his body, creating like a second layer of touch on top of his first. "Well...then...I was thinking maybe I go with the potion that saved me?"

06:59 Subira pulls until Ruzeth's spirit-form slips all the way out of her belly again, then lets go. She watches him get re-acclimated, once again shrunken to his physical size. The shaman leans forward with interest, pulling her cloak around herself and hiding her bulging belly from view. Despite being out of sight, Ruzeth can still feel the occasional slimy squeeze around him. "Yes, that is a fine choice," she says, watching intently.

07:11 Ruzeth shudders as he feels the squeezing wetness, but shakes his head, trying to purge it from his mind. He then alters his physical appearance, growing to his normal height in order to be working at the size he is accustomed too. He looks around for her canvas bag and digs through it pulling out a multitude of different herbs, spirit flowers and lunar blossoms, some mallow, and some witches root and picks up the mortar and pestel. He measures out a set of ingredients carefully and places them into the stone bowl before leaning down to pick up the pestal in his mouth, only to find his teeth pass through it, and he cant maintian enough pressure with his lips though he tries. The zebra looks entirelyl silly as he flails around, thring to grind up the herbs.

07:18 Subira nods to herself as she watches him pull out the herbs, giving him what might be an approving look. It's very hard to tell. She chuckles quietly as she watches the zebra struggle with the pestle. "Forget something important?" she asks, with her familiar air of quiet amusement. The older zebra reaches out a hoof and rubs Ruzeth's ghostly head, able to touch him easily. "Do not feel bad, Ruzeth, spirit projection is considered very advanced. I know you are unused to it." She gives him an encouraging smile. "Use your hooves for now, and you can fix that later."

07:28 Ruzeth folds his ears down as he looks over at the mare, realizing how silly he looked. He takes his hooves around the pestel and begins to try and grind up the herbs, but he finds that it moves around too much for his liking. With a groan, the zebra grabs a couple nearby stones and forms a circle around the base before resuming his activites. "I didnt realize that I needoed to coat inside as well...I dont imagine it tastes particularly good though..." After a few long minutes, taking the zebra longer than if he'd had coated himself properly, the stallion manages to get the herbs ground together, and then using a bit of water which he heated to body temperature in the cauldron, he mixes it into form a nasty looking concoction. "Well...thats all there is too it, not that we have a pony to test its magical enhancement on..." He says with a sigh, having forgot momentarily that zebras have their own magic.

07:39 Subira watches Ruzeth work, and nods in approval as he perseveres despite the difficulties. "Persistance, that is a good trait," she says. The shaman leans closer and wafts some of the smell of the potion towards her nose. "As I suspected," she mumbles to herself, before looking up and addressing Ruzeth. "A good effort," she says. "Your brew would indeed have the effect you desire. And some would say that is enough. But..." She trails off. "It is not in balance. It will have some... side effects, as you called them." Subira pulls out an empty vial and bottles Ruzeth's creation, turning it over in her hoof to inspect it. She eyes him as he mentions having no test subjects. "What do you mean?" she asks, looking amused again. The shaman waves a hoof at his ghostly figure. "You speak to me with your spirit, and you say we have no magic?"

07:45 Ruzeth turns to show his brew to the mare as he finishes, wating with bated breath to hear here approval, though he's rewarded with only half of one. His ears fold down as she critiques his potion and he sighs. "Its only the second time I've actually made it," He says, trying to make an excuse for his brew which she found subpar. "And I didnt have the recipe infront of me." When she stoppers up some of the potion he perks up a little more, deciding maybe it was decent afterall. "Oh...ya...I suppose that is true. So...you're going to try it out then?" He asks, watching eagerly

07:51 Subira puts a hoof on Ruzeth's shoulder, and leans down to stare into his eyes. Her vivid teal eyes almost seem to swirl as the shaman fixes him with her gaze. "Ruzeth," she says. "Excuses are the refuge of the weak. You have made this," she says, holding up the vial. "It is." The mare pauses for a few moments, and her mouth turns up with the hint of a smile. "I hope to teach you to brew better, though." As he suggests she try it out, the shaman actually does smile. "Me? I think it is much more effective when you experience the effects of your own brew." She rolls the vial back and forth between her hooves, as though considering what to do with it.

08:01 Ruzeth shrinks down a little as her hoof rests on his spirit form, having forgotten for a moment that she could still interact with spots he hadnt rubbed that goop on. "I...ummm....yes Miss Subira..." he says, kicking the ground as he stares into her deep blue eyes. Her gaze made him feel a little intimidated despite the fact that all she wanted to do was to help him. "I suppose it is, and it will do what is asked of it...." He concedes as she rolls the vial around. "I hope so too. I can usually do fine with a book infront of me. I dont have many potions memorized and Lucent refuses to try that one again..." His face turns into a bit of a frown as she offers that he try the potion instead. "But...didnt you mention side effects? Maybe I can try again and do better?" Though really he wouldnt be able to as he doesnt have the 'balanced' recipe in his mind to recall.

08:08 Subira nods, as though having decided something. "No, you should drink this," she says firmly. The shaman reaches below herself again and pulls back her hoof with the vial gone. "Potion-brewing is just one manifestation of a larger art," she says rather grandly, waving a hoof at the air. Ruzeth feels something else prod at him, presumably the vial containing his potion. "A book is a shortcut, in a sense. Once I have taught you, you will be able to *feel* what made that potion unbalanced." Subira's eyes dance as she speaks, the art of magic one of her passions. "And drinking what you have made will help you reach that understanding."

08:16 Ruzeth watches with a frown as she shoves yet a second vial up to meet him, and rubs his spirit rump with his spirit hooves where he feels it poked in his physical form. "A manifestation of a larger art? I thought it was a combination of arts that we do...its not all the same..." He protests as he makes his way back to her belly and pushes through. After he's sucked back into his body, he takes the opportunity to coat his mouth, sputtering at the earthy flavors and then reaches to grab the other vial. With a sigh he pops it open and downs the sour bitter mixture. "Blech...." He complains.

08:26 Subira smiles as she parts her cloak for Ruzeth to dive back inside to his physical body. "Your potion should help you understand," she says in her usual cryptic fashion, waiting for it to take effect. The shaman sits and waits, not helping pull him out. Once his potion takes effect, Ruzeth's feels almost like his mind was expanding. As though there were some other sense he possessed that had been uncovered, akin to when he went into his trance while repairing Inky's magic circuits. He could feel himself, and would find that he made sense, on some level, to himself. His magic he understood. But the shaman -- there was some complex spell woven about the chamber surrounding him, one that only confused the poor young zebra. The magic pulsing around him was dizzying, and Ruzeth couldn't seem to turn his new awareness down. He could, though, locate the rune Subira had tried to direct him to before.