Signs of Life

Carefully... Carefully... Irilyth's internal thoughts mirrored her slowly moving paws as she proceeded to delicately add a small amount of a yellowish powder into a jar filled with a liquid concoction she had been mixing up. As the powder was sprinkled across the liquid's surface, tiny bubbles began to fizzle and sputter in the jar, the fluid reacting to the addition of the powder. While not dangerous, if she wasn't careful in her measuring, Iri risked ruining her entire batch of medicine. And so, with careful precision, she sprinkled the powder into the jar—until Avacyn's howl made the hyper focused fae give a little jump and a start. All of the powder in her paw fell into the jar, the mixture fizzling violently now and beginning to foam. Like a soda bottle that had been shaken up, the mixture began to rush to the mouth of the jar, threatening to explode everywhere.

"Oh no no no no!" Irilyth scrambled to grab the lid of the jar and slammed it down on top of the glass vessel just as the mixture was about to seep over the top. She held the lid down in place while the foaming inside began to consume the entire interior of the jar until nothing could be seen inside but a hazy yellowish foam. After waiting a few minutes to make sure the reaction had settled, Irilyth released the lid and breathed a dejected sigh. Well, so much for that batch... Heaving another defeated breath, the small healer rose to her paws and headed out to go join the meeting, already planning on starting over once whatever this was was done. She arrived just after Manea and Alastor, and not wanting to put herself near the brute in question, found a spot by herself off to the far side of the group, where she lay down to quietly listen to what their Matriarch had to say.

"Irilyth"