There was quite a bit of confusion when the summons came. Yet when Ruth had snickered and sheepishly tried to slink away, Megara quickly put the pieces together. The idiot.
After the yelling had subsided and rational thought returned he had explained his reasonings, nor was the idea solely his own, others had felt similarly. Betrayal. Well, not really, but since absorbing a second shard maintaining her own train of thought and self had become muted, more succumb to slipping in Sylaise’s favour. Those around her however, even the soul itself, encouraged her to at least try. To give the challenge her best efforts since she could no longer hide, not when she’d sheltered so many during the battle.
It was only a potion too. She brewed them on the daily, what harm would it cause?
A luck potion though was an entirely different beast, so to think on its composition Megara sat in her garden seeking inspiration. Breaking it down the potion required deconstructing what luck was. It varied from person to person on what luck looked like, felt like. So she focused on embodying the qualities best she could. Confidence, contentment, awareness, timing, charm and vigour.
A long walk in the forests surrounding the city was the next step. It had become a ritual for her, helping to clear her mind and find those secret spots of herbal gold. A potion was only as good as its host, a healthy strong body could weather any adversity, choosing Rock Vine and Elfroot as the base. The rivers and waters which supplied the city where her next stop, finding gillyweed to soothe any ails and lift the spirits.
The jewel of her foraging was a Rainbow mushroom. So easily missed and mistaken for a charming common shroom it granted a further awareness and vibrancy. Pairing it with the petals of dreamlily to grant a boost in confidence, extending its charming nature. The forest green liquid bubbled gently under a low heat, and Meg would sprinkle in some ground muroosa bush and fairy stool to finish. They were the last of her rare supply, but the two should sharpen one's focus and subtle actions when opportunities presented themselves.
With those last two ingredients, a puff of smoke hit the air, the refreshing scent of wood and earth lingering and filling the senses. The after taste retained its lightness as she stirred to ten, paused for five, then covered to be left on a ghost of a flame for an hour.
Once cool, the now milky potion was sieved into a flask and presented for judging. Now came the crossing of fingers and toes that it worked as intended.
TLDR:
Elfroot
Rainbow Mushroom
Muroosa bush
Fairy Stool
Gillyweed
Dreamlily
Rock Vine
Expert Herbal knowledge and sourcing skills
After the yelling had subsided and rational thought returned he had explained his reasonings, nor was the idea solely his own, others had felt similarly. Betrayal. Well, not really, but since absorbing a second shard maintaining her own train of thought and self had become muted, more succumb to slipping in Sylaise’s favour. Those around her however, even the soul itself, encouraged her to at least try. To give the challenge her best efforts since she could no longer hide, not when she’d sheltered so many during the battle.
It was only a potion too. She brewed them on the daily, what harm would it cause?
A luck potion though was an entirely different beast, so to think on its composition Megara sat in her garden seeking inspiration. Breaking it down the potion required deconstructing what luck was. It varied from person to person on what luck looked like, felt like. So she focused on embodying the qualities best she could. Confidence, contentment, awareness, timing, charm and vigour.
A long walk in the forests surrounding the city was the next step. It had become a ritual for her, helping to clear her mind and find those secret spots of herbal gold. A potion was only as good as its host, a healthy strong body could weather any adversity, choosing Rock Vine and Elfroot as the base. The rivers and waters which supplied the city where her next stop, finding gillyweed to soothe any ails and lift the spirits.
The jewel of her foraging was a Rainbow mushroom. So easily missed and mistaken for a charming common shroom it granted a further awareness and vibrancy. Pairing it with the petals of dreamlily to grant a boost in confidence, extending its charming nature. The forest green liquid bubbled gently under a low heat, and Meg would sprinkle in some ground muroosa bush and fairy stool to finish. They were the last of her rare supply, but the two should sharpen one's focus and subtle actions when opportunities presented themselves.
With those last two ingredients, a puff of smoke hit the air, the refreshing scent of wood and earth lingering and filling the senses. The after taste retained its lightness as she stirred to ten, paused for five, then covered to be left on a ghost of a flame for an hour.
Once cool, the now milky potion was sieved into a flask and presented for judging. Now came the crossing of fingers and toes that it worked as intended.
TLDR:
Elfroot
Rainbow Mushroom
Muroosa bush
Fairy Stool
Gillyweed
Dreamlily
Rock Vine
Expert Herbal knowledge and sourcing skills
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