odessa poured tons of liquid in the bowl the size of a whale and contemplated at the recipe her master, the witch she was studying under, wanted to make for the eve of hallow. it bubbled like the ragged pattern of breathing after running 5 miles of hill. what could the witch be brewing she asked herself as she half carried the bucket to the other end of the room with a make shift basin of instant refilling water fountain.
she had hoped that one day she might gut a frog or preserve lizzard brains, instead she was assigned to a really impotent woman with no fun to be with and no morbidity in mind. just the utter disgusting stuff like handling slimes, troll boogger, alot of blood and mud samples, a few trips to poo land. the usual things a witch who specializes in potions would do. but potions she didn't do much with gutting or cutting, just mixing and brewing.
still mixing this mysterious thing she didn't know what was all that occupied her and who knows what it might be.
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
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