 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Truthfully, Ary wasn’t satisfied with the level of effort he had put into his meditation but he had tried his best. He supposed that was what counted the most. But since they were now moving on with the activity, there was no time to dwell on his performance. He headed back to collect the necessary equipment from the cabinet, taking in the spheres of light bobbing about. Once the three materials were grabbed, Ary returned to his original seat.
Then the work began.
The instructions were very simple in his opinion. The mason jar was carefully unwrapped after the stocking was placed over the opening of the empty jar. Only then did he draw on his dragonhide gloves. Once the first jar was opened, Ary tipped the contents slowly onto the stocking. The pleasant sound of the liquid filtering through the stocking could be heard. With the first jar empty, he lightly patted the herbs on the stocking which allowed a trickle of the liquid that had been withheld to fall into the second jar.
The stocking was removed and the herbs upended into the mortar, and holding it in both hands, the second year took it outside. After locating a proper spot where too much wind wasn’t going to get to him and the mortar, Aryan murmured the incantation for the Fire Making Spell; the herbs were immediately set ablaze, the flame dancing merrily in the mortar. The scent emitted was sort of pleasant so overall, he enjoyed watching the herbs burn. Before long, there was a little heap of grey ash sitting in the mortar; this left Ary pleased since he was able to follow the instructions completely. Smiling to himself, he headed back into the greenhouse. |