SNAP CRACKLE POP

*Circe* · 10-31-2018, 07:37 PM

Pnuma jumped on her suggestion in a flash and Circe, loving the ease with which her plan was coming together, was forced to suppress a pleased smirk. She ducked her head and carefully adopted a contemplative look as she unrolled the bundle of herbs at her paws.

Last time she'd dosed him he'd gone down very quickly and while she'd been pleased with his reaction, she was reluctant to give him the same mixture again. Wolfsbane was a tricky substance. A tiny amount acted as a sedative, but too much could be lethal. While she felt no attachment to the yearling, there were limits to the risks she was willing to take with his life and she couldn't in good conscience give it to him again. A corpse would do her no good.

Circe carefully unrolled a thin bundle of fox skin. Inside was a mixture of herbs very similar to the one she'd used on Pnuma in the rock garden with one very important difference: no wolfsbane. In its place was a generous handful of purple flowers. Flowers that would help lull him to sleep without threatening his life.

Had she known about his interest in plants, Circe would have made a point to tell him (possibly even truthfully) about what she was giving him and why (okay, this one would definitely be a lie) she was giving them to him. "Alright, go ahead and eat these," she said as she sectioned off a portion of the mixture.

To occupy his mind while the plants worked their magic, she asked, "I forgot to ask earlier. Is there anyone I can track down for you? Anyone who might want to know what happened back there?"

"Circe" "Gwydion"

Login
Username:
Password:	Lost Password?
	Remember me