Rin’s Perspective
Diana had locked herself in one of the side rooms while Tifa concocted a potion that could burn any mortal nose. It steamed and hissed at Tifa, who had decided to cast a stick spell onto the pot, which insured that it would not tip, and another one to ensure that the contents would not pour out. But to our despair, the foul liquid could rise through the air causing a horrendous cloud of what smelt like a mixture of rotten flesh and spider venom to spread out. The smell engulfed the room, seeping out from under the door crack, attempting to take over the entire town. I held my nose tightly, and took shallow, faint breaths though my mouth. A spider in a corner let its shriveled legs give way, and it fell from the decaying cobweb and died because of the fall.
I hate spiders, but that was disturbing I thought. I’m growing faint… id better look for a mask.
I started my search, ignoring the polluted air.
“Do you not like the smell?” Tifa asked me, but not taking her concentration off of the poison.
I nodded, refusing to uncover my suffering snout.
“All right, point your wand at your snout and say ‘Sanivhing’. It’s what I use when I brew unpleasant potions. It blocks out impurities.”
I thanked her in my head and quickly swapped my right hand for my left so that I wouldn’t breath in any foul odors and with my right hand, grabbed my wand.
Damnit, I smelt a wisp of air, and I will have to in order to cast the spell. I hope I don’t fall unconscious… Focus.
I pointed my wand at my face, which would have made Ruphured rage, and focused any magic I could muster. “Sanivhing!” I shouted which I thought at first was a mistake, but after my voice had subsided, and I breathed in though my nose,
not only had the odor vanished, but the air I breathed in felt clean and crisp. I looked at my snout and it faint blue glow.
Glad that’s over. Its kind of weird seeing my snout like this. It sort of matches my hair (It is referred to as hair, but is really fur.) since it is a bit blue on the tips.
Tifa kindled the flame and the purple substance boiled. It bubbled and popped sending drops of poising upward, but the drops were blocked by the magic shield on the pot and they fell back to where they were crafted. Tifa gave a forced smile and put the mahogany wooden ladle to the side and brought out a glass bottle to hold the potion in. She picked up the steaming pot with tongs and poured the concoction into the bottle, then placed a cork onto the top.
Diana busted out of the room she barricaded herself in and I caught a quick glimpse of advanced computer and about twenty nuclear powered weapons. She made sure to tightly lock up the door and continued to cross the room.
Diana gave the door a nervous stare but shifted her attention to Tifa. “That smells awful! I see you mastered ilk poison.”
Ilk is a type of spider.
What’s behind that door? She obviously did that to divert my attention. I thought. She gave me a dangerous glance and I my eyes met hers. I looked away as fast as I could.
“I think I added the ilk eye too soon, and the poison burnt out.”
“Oh, it’s fine. There are notes in my study, you could look at them for as long as you like.” She said innocently.
“Really?” Tifa said filled with excitement.
“Yeah, it is up the second floor, first door on the right.”
