03-22-2010, 07:12 PM
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| Puffskein
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Auden Azarolla
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Having read the instructions more then 5 times now, Ivory took a few deep breaths and began.
Step one was to prepare the ingredients. She could do that, no problem. After having read that right before the addition of the Sphinx Whisker one had to leave to potion to simmer for 5 minutes, she had decided she wouldn’t handle the dangerous whisker till then.
Hopping off her stool, she copied down the list of ingredients in her journal, grabbed a tray, and made her way to the Potion stores. Bile, Armadillo, check. Placing it on her tray she tried to not think about where that liquid had been prior to that jar.
Shuddering slightly, she moved on down her list. Jar of Scarab Beetles, Ginger root, the small jar labeled Hair, Elephant’s ear, the small phial with stopper of Tears, Owl.
The bottle of Rosemary oil was next deposited on her tray followed closely by the small container of Runespoor eggs and a handful of Waterhyssops. Eyeing the tiny glass jar of almost spun glass looking Sphinx Whiskers, she looked down at her tray and then up again.
Nah…she could come back for it. Heaven forbid, she drop the jar and then be the cause of everyone’s horrible injuries…even deaths.
Shuddering again at the thought of handling only one of them later, she carried her tray back to her workstation before heading back for the small jar. Somehow the journey over to it was waaaaay shorter than the way back with the jar. Sure it might’ve been because she was taking oh so tiny baby steps, and holding the small jar in gloved hands as far away from her body as her little arms could allow, but odds were it was a mental trick. Like how when a person stared at the minute hand on a clock it seemed to drag on.
When she finally made it back to her stool she placed the small jar safely in a covered bowl a bit of a distance away from the other ingredients. Never can be too careful.
For now, she would work on the simple ingredients…like water. Nice safe no threatening water.
Grabbing a 500ml beaker, she decided to travel the safer road and actually go to the sink at the back of the room rather than bring out her wand. What if a stream of water just shot out and hit the jar and then-
Nope sink water was safe.
So 500mL of water…check. In another beaker she measure out the one ounce of Rosemary oil and set it aside knowing it was to be used for the infusion later.
Next on the list 2 coarsely ground scarab beetles.
Her pestle in hand, she scooped out two beetles and began the simple job of pulverizing them one at a time. Not too much of course. They were meant to be coarse not fine powdered. Placing the crunchy results in separate small bowls, she picked out the most healthy looking ginger root and brought out her knife. Cutting a few pieces off, she placed a 5gram weight on her brass scales, and zeroed it with a piece of weight paper on the corresponding other side. After the tedious process of adding and taking off pieces of root, she finally had two separate tiny piles with 5 grams of ginger root on each. Making sure to wash out her mortar completely first, she made fine powder of the first five grams and only cut up the second, setting both aside in individual mini-bowls.
In yet another small bowl, she used small tongs to single out one Runespoor egg and made sure to close the jar tightly once again since she knew from her Grandmother that they were an expensive ingredient.
For the Armadillo Bile and the Owl Tears she simply set the small bottles aside along with a small sterile pipette right next to each. Smiling at the ease at which everything was progressing at least for now, she moved on to the Waterhyssop.
The process of pressing the liquid essence out of the plant was one that surprised her in its simplicity. After the having to do that with Devil’s Snare, well this was a piece of cake…considering the plant wasn’t a killer plant that went for the jugular.
Finally all she had to do was use a pair of fine tweezers to set one elephant hair in a tiny phial because sadly she ran out of her mini-bowls and besides…from a phial it’d be a lesser chance of it flying away if someone walked by and unsettled it.
Rubbing her hands together, a bit excited now, Ivory brought out her journal and wrote down everything she’d done to that point and reread the instructions a few more times before beginning.
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