It was late Monday night when Zynn had decided to work a little bit more on potion making. She was still slowly working away the energy high that came every year during and for a few days after Halloween. She had spent most of the earlier hours in the evening making sure she read and reread the recipe several times, and gathered what herbs and other ingredients that she needed to make a healing potion that focused on working repair smaller injuries. As she worked, a small black kitten prowled, pouncing anything that moved, chasing things and getting into plants he shouldn't, getting yelled at by Zynn, before finally, he fell asleep, curled up in a ball on her blanket.
A small amount of water was set to boil in what looked to be a pan. She waited patiently for the water to start roiling, before she started dropping pinches of various different herbs, various powders and a couple of things from bottles into the water. It wasn't long before she was stirring the mixture. As time passed, she added a couple more pinches of another powder. Seconds later, the mixture started to boil, bubble up and belch what looked to be thick black smoke. "What the he-" Her words were cut off by a loud bang. The black furball fluffed and yowled, before scrambling under the shelves.
In Zynn's place, was a much smaller form struggling to escape the over sized hoodie she'd been wearing. When her face finally became visible, it was covered in what looked to be black soot. Wide green cat's eyes blinked one, two, three times, up at the burner that is now... much higher than it had been. Then they ticked down to the hoodie that still draped itself over her tiny and awkward feeling body. Then her eyes ticked towards the plants that now loomed over her. In the dim lighting it looked like figures were darting through them.
When had her plants ever seemed so scary? Finally, she whimpered, and scrambled to the pallet and blanket that she kept in the greenhouse. She ducked up under the blankets, and fell still. Seconds later, there was mewing and pawing at the blanket, and when she lifted it up just a little, a smudge of black fluff crawled under with her.
"Kitty!"
The word was squeaked, before she scooped him up, and snuggled him close. He purred. Suddenly, everything seemed much less scary under the covers with a small purring kitten held close. And eventually, that led to sleep.
A small amount of water was set to boil in what looked to be a pan. She waited patiently for the water to start roiling, before she started dropping pinches of various different herbs, various powders and a couple of things from bottles into the water. It wasn't long before she was stirring the mixture. As time passed, she added a couple more pinches of another powder. Seconds later, the mixture started to boil, bubble up and belch what looked to be thick black smoke. "What the he-" Her words were cut off by a loud bang. The black furball fluffed and yowled, before scrambling under the shelves.
In Zynn's place, was a much smaller form struggling to escape the over sized hoodie she'd been wearing. When her face finally became visible, it was covered in what looked to be black soot. Wide green cat's eyes blinked one, two, three times, up at the burner that is now... much higher than it had been. Then they ticked down to the hoodie that still draped itself over her tiny and awkward feeling body. Then her eyes ticked towards the plants that now loomed over her. In the dim lighting it looked like figures were darting through them.
When had her plants ever seemed so scary? Finally, she whimpered, and scrambled to the pallet and blanket that she kept in the greenhouse. She ducked up under the blankets, and fell still. Seconds later, there was mewing and pawing at the blanket, and when she lifted it up just a little, a smudge of black fluff crawled under with her.
"Kitty!"
The word was squeaked, before she scooped him up, and snuggled him close. He purred. Suddenly, everything seemed much less scary under the covers with a small purring kitten held close. And eventually, that led to sleep.