Post by Ghost the Echinda on Jul 5, 2007 0:31:22 GMT -5
Vaynia was sitting in the abandoned mansion on Champion Hill, in the kitchen using a rather dusty pot for brewing. Harlem stood close by, watching her place odd things into the large pot (it was sized about as tall as a medium sized dog and as wide as a dog's dish).
She gathered several oddly colored mushrooms into her arms and dropped them all in. She wiped her hands together, to get the dust off. Harlem meowed in discontent. He wasn't too sure what Vaynia was doing, but he knew it couldn't turn out good.
"Hush, Harlem." she hissed. "I know what I'm doing." With that. she picked up what looked like a small eye and placed it into the pot. She grabbed for a dusty pitcher full of reddish orange liquid and tipped it over the pot. It was gooey and poured slowly. She waited for just a small drop to touch one of the mushrooms on the bottom.
"There. If I'm right, after I add the last ingredient, this should make some sort of potion," she said to Harlem, "that makes your hair fall off!"
She giggled as she picked up the last "ingredient", which were some bat wings she found lying around the mansion in a new room she discovered. Harlem rolled his eyes at the sight of Vaynia dropping the wings into the mixture. As he was about to leave, he heard a noise from the first floor. Vaynia heard it too, but didn't dare go down there and risk being seen. She hated company. She hoped they would just get freaked out and go away.
She gathered several oddly colored mushrooms into her arms and dropped them all in. She wiped her hands together, to get the dust off. Harlem meowed in discontent. He wasn't too sure what Vaynia was doing, but he knew it couldn't turn out good.
"Hush, Harlem." she hissed. "I know what I'm doing." With that. she picked up what looked like a small eye and placed it into the pot. She grabbed for a dusty pitcher full of reddish orange liquid and tipped it over the pot. It was gooey and poured slowly. She waited for just a small drop to touch one of the mushrooms on the bottom.
"There. If I'm right, after I add the last ingredient, this should make some sort of potion," she said to Harlem, "that makes your hair fall off!"
She giggled as she picked up the last "ingredient", which were some bat wings she found lying around the mansion in a new room she discovered. Harlem rolled his eyes at the sight of Vaynia dropping the wings into the mixture. As he was about to leave, he heard a noise from the first floor. Vaynia heard it too, but didn't dare go down there and risk being seen. She hated company. She hoped they would just get freaked out and go away.
