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| - Tapping the stylus onto the hard wood table, the incessant noise was a tool to ensure that Lykeira was concentrating on the task at hand, instead of worrying about outside influences. The boiling cauldron before her emanated the heat that it required to mix the ingredients for this potion. She had to get this right as her mother sitting behind her with the stylus was obviously growing bored. The loud sigh repeated that fear in the young acolyte. "How long does this take," Anneliese queried impatiently. "The other girls are getting this in half the time. What's your problem?" Adding the next ingredient, hazel green eyes noted the dark mixture turn a hint of purple which brought a smile to her face. Her dark complected face turned with a gleam in her eye. "The poison is ready mother," she informed. Suddenly stopping, the stylus hit the table and rolled as her mother pushed herself up, black robes swaying with her stride to the young acolyte's side. Blue eyes gazed into the pot, then a slender, tanned hand picked up a ladle beside it and dipped, then lifted the large spoon to Lykeira's mouth. "Show me how effective it is then." Not totally surprised at her Elder's reaction, she opened her mouth and received the water-like liquid and swallowed. Within moments, the burning began coursing down into her stomach, cold sweating began as she backed, then plopped into the chair behind her. Dropping the ladle back onto the table, her mother crouched before the young witch and studied her closely. Curly, black hair fell across her shoulders and grinned at the result. Lykeira tried her best to fight the effects of her concoction, but found the fight too much for the acolyte as her limbs began to numb. Wanting to cry out, she fought with all she had within to contain the overwhelming feelings of chaos in her veins. "This is what your target will feel when you inject it," her mother's voice seemed like it was miles away. "Remember this and your own interrogations will also be more effective." Colors faded into a morass of greys as the form before her rose and walked away. "Come get me when you wake."Family
In all of her life, Lykeira's female overseers on Devaron while in the Pachmari, became the only stable things in the young witch's upbringing. Learning business and the more pragmatic outlook on life and males, the acolyte within the coven enjoyed freedom of learning the study of herbology and xenobiology. During trips to various worlds for the annual gathering, Lykeira was taught how to identify various plants and other useful items in nature and how best to use them for her potions and elixirs. Primary was her own mother: Anneliese. Devish sisters included: Mika, Sal'Imali and Ora'Imali. In exchange for their talents in potions, the delish families enjoyed the manipulations that the witches offered with their concoctions.
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