 Post 3 - Poisoned Brewer Fluttery Pegasi
Was it hot in here? It felt way too hot in the dungeon classroom. Weren't dungeons supposed to be drafty, and it was winter...
Two measures of Standard Ingredients. Right. Things were getting progressively worse. Not only was the room still spinning, but now she was spinning too, counter to the direction the room was spinning. At least that's how it felt. Even her euphoric brain had stopped trying to convince her that this was fun. Now it was all: I want off this ride! You and Haddie both brain. You and Haddie both.
Okay, two measures of bezoar. Haddie shakily added another haphazard measure of bezoar. Wait... no. She did the bezoar already... Two measures of standard ingredients. If Haddie didn't sit down right now she was going to faint. She knew this, her brain knew this. Her stubbornness demanded she keep going. One measure of standard ingredients was tossed into the cauldron, before she could add the second everything shifted, pitching suddenly under her feet.
Haddie wasn't sure if it was her perception or if she was really falling, but the moment her hand hit the table, bracing her and steadying her, the world steadied with her. It was only for a moment though. Her hand, clammy from the effects of the poison and her efforts to keep going, slipped off the desk's edge and everything pitched under her again. For some reason, Haddie's euphoric brain though this was hilarious. The delirious Californian girl giggled as she sway a little too far and started going down.
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Last edited by Callie; 02-12-2016 at 09:44 PM.
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