Pharmeceuticals for Psychopaths

Manea's interests visibly piqued when she mentioned manufacturing the medicines for Alastor, not to much great surprise. Manea was always so deeply concerned with the wellbeing of her husband, it made sense to be curious about what he was being given. Irilyth was happy for the company, and after the larger violet fae's subtle flirtatious remark, Iri turned a pleased, knowing smirk up to her alpha—along with a not-so-subtle brush of her feathery tail along the edge of Manea's leg. As fun as it was to seduce and tease her lover and leader, now was the time for focus and work, so the golden blonde femme once more returned to making sure her extracts and tinctures had set and steeped before adding them into her blending vessel. Manea asked what went into Alastor's medicine and what all they did for him. An astute question from her sharp alpha, and one she was happy to elucidate on!

"Alastor's medicine is made from a special and unique blend of fresh and distilled herbs," Irilyth explained as she gathered up the pestle and mortar and held the bowl up for Manea to take a sniff of. "The fresh herbs consist of jewel weed, lavender, and motherwort. These plants all contain anti-anxiety properties as well as relaxers and sedatives. They help keep him calm, level, and in control when he feels himself starting to slip." Irilyth dumped the powdered herbs into the blended extracts and began to stir them to blend them together. The concoction went from clear to a pale lilac color. "The extracts in the base are made from valerian root and periwinkle. They both have multiple uses, but also have some properties as calming aids, and valerian is said to help with issues of the head and mind. Turning them into extracts like this helps bring those out in the plants."

Lastly, Irilyth pulled out a darker bottle marked by a label with a red dot on it. She popped the stopper off and took a whiff, holding it up for Manea to sniff if she wished. "Can you guess what that is?" she asked, letting her alphess take a guess or answer if she knew, then continued, "It's wolfsbane. A highly potent poison, especially the oils produced by the flowers. When made into an extract, however, it has a powerful sedative property with just a few drops." Irilyth very carefully measured only three drops into the entire batch of medicine she'd made, quite literally a drop in a pool. Then she carefully corked the bottle and set it aside. After stirring the mixture until it was homogenous, the petite healer carefully poured the liquid evenly into several small glass vials, the kind Alastor had drunk from and destroyed during his manic fit at Fiametta's birth. "And that is that helps keep your husband from snapping and killing us all, Manea." Irilyth gave a tiny titter of airy laughter, amused at how a dire wolf as unstable and dangerous as Alastor could be brought to his knees with just the right application of plants and alcohol.

"Irilyth"