Post by Professor Abigail Bellamy on Feb 26, 2023 19:49:37 GMT
The air in the alchemy classroom was stained with a bitter tinge of incense. Cedar, fir, and rosemary. Remnants of peppermint tickled the back of the tongue, but it didn't linger long. Abigail had been sitting in the middle of the room for so long, she hardly noticed the aromatics, and their magical work had long since dissipated.
Surrounding Abigail were scrolls and various scraps of paper and parchment splayed on the floor. She was hovered over a stack - poor posture giving her a hunchback - reading over something. Her glasses occasionally slipping down her nose, as she frustratedly pushed them up again. One of her enchanted quills was scribbling something furiously behind her in a journal. The chalkboard in the back of the room was dusty and smeared with notes and equations. After rounds of erasing and furious waffling with the chalk, most of it was illegible and incoherent now.
"Shit," Abigail said and took a deep breath.
She sat upright and stretched her arms towards the sky. Her head fell backward, and she stared at the ceiling - admiring the way the vines tangled themselves high above. After a few breaths, she willed herself off the floor and over to the workstation a few feet away. On the tabletop was a large potting bed full of soil and a tiny seedling. Abbey looked at the baby plant, whose green sprout had just barely budded from its seed.
"Come on, little lad," Abigail cooed. "Let's see what you can do."
In the soil, she drew a circle around the seedling with the tip of her wand, and then marked several spots with x's around the circle. She connected them with lines running through the circle, carefully encircling the seedling but never crossing over it. In each newly created quadrant she dropped a sprinkle of various crystals: amethyst, black tourmaline, desert rose, moonstone, citrine, and red jasper.
Abigail took a deep breath, and then touched the seedling gently with the tip of her wand. The wand tip illuminated with a small, orange glow. But nothing happened. She sighed and took a step back, unsure of what she could be doing wrong.
Surrounding Abigail were scrolls and various scraps of paper and parchment splayed on the floor. She was hovered over a stack - poor posture giving her a hunchback - reading over something. Her glasses occasionally slipping down her nose, as she frustratedly pushed them up again. One of her enchanted quills was scribbling something furiously behind her in a journal. The chalkboard in the back of the room was dusty and smeared with notes and equations. After rounds of erasing and furious waffling with the chalk, most of it was illegible and incoherent now.
"Shit," Abigail said and took a deep breath.
She sat upright and stretched her arms towards the sky. Her head fell backward, and she stared at the ceiling - admiring the way the vines tangled themselves high above. After a few breaths, she willed herself off the floor and over to the workstation a few feet away. On the tabletop was a large potting bed full of soil and a tiny seedling. Abbey looked at the baby plant, whose green sprout had just barely budded from its seed.
"Come on, little lad," Abigail cooed. "Let's see what you can do."
In the soil, she drew a circle around the seedling with the tip of her wand, and then marked several spots with x's around the circle. She connected them with lines running through the circle, carefully encircling the seedling but never crossing over it. In each newly created quadrant she dropped a sprinkle of various crystals: amethyst, black tourmaline, desert rose, moonstone, citrine, and red jasper.
Abigail took a deep breath, and then touched the seedling gently with the tip of her wand. The wand tip illuminated with a small, orange glow. But nothing happened. She sighed and took a step back, unsure of what she could be doing wrong.
