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Pharmeceuticals for Psychopaths

Manea ♡



Irilyth

Loner

Master Healer (240)

Expert Intellectual (190)

An icon representing the specialty Field Medic Field Medic

age
8 Years
gender
Female
gems
0
size
Small
build
Light
posts
84
player
Joe

Pride - Bisexual
06-15-2022, 11:18 AM

Irilyth had been so engrossed in her work that she hadn't noticed Manea's presence until the violet alpha fae entered her room and asked what she was up to. Iri gasped in quiet surprise, turning her head to face the Genetrix and getting a sweet kiss to her cheek in turn. A little warmth flushed under the smaller fae's cheeks as she smiled up at Manea and leaned up to place a gentle lick beneath her chin. She had thought the alphess was taking a nap with the newborn Fiametta, but apparently she was just putting her down for one. Getting Manea to slow down and take any sort of break had been like herding cats, and Irilyth worried herself over her wellbeing. "Hello, Mist-" Irilyth caught herself, clearing her throat as she corrected her words. "Manea." She turned a sheepish little smile up to the violet woman, then looked back down to her chemistry set. "Sadly not anything that fascinating. I'm steeping some extracts of herbs for longer storage and more potent effects. Between your husband and brother, I need to keep the pack fully stocked!"

Irilyth gave an airy titter of a laugh, swirling a couple of the extracts she had set aside for making Alastor's calming medicines while waiting on the fresher ones to steep. She held up the four clear bottles for Manea to inspect. "These I'll be using to make Master Alastor's medicine." Ah, maybe that would be interesting for the Genetrix to observe! "You're welcome to stay and observe if you'd like. I know my den is a bit cramped and uncomfortable for more than one wolf, but I'd enjoy your company." Casting another brief smile up to Manea, Irilyth began to uncork each of the bottles with her teeth, carefully measuring out the clear liquids into a larger vessel for blending. Then she reached across her work bench and picked up a small amount of fresh herbs and flowers she'd gathered to go into the tincture as well, placing them in a pestle and mortar and beginning to grind their leaves down into a fine powder with slow, deliberate motions.

"Irilyth"