Post by Ebony on Dec 26, 2012 2:41:45 GMT
Firelock concentrated hard on her potion, small beads of sweat gliding it's way down across the orange fur atop her forehead. Now, since she was a pony, sweat never exactly showed through their thick hair, but she was horribly focused nonetheless. She licked her lips lightly, screwing her face up in an expression that was common among nervous, concentrated foals. She stared at the Wyrmroot, wanting, needing, hoping, to find it's secrets and abilities. She carefully snipped off a section, the end, with her knife, and after noting how large an amount she was about to put in, she gently plopped it into her cauldron. The brew hissed as the plant dissolved away slowly into the already made healing potion. She let in a small sniff, and already she could tell it was potent for it's strength. But even like this, carefully thinking, examining, testing, her attention was caught by Azure taking off her cloak.
As the dragon flexed her wings, it was all she could do to not stare. She was beautiful, the remainder of the sun still left in the sky shimmering off her scales. They each were like tiny mirrors, reflecting her majesty, her personality, everything. Firelock had always been interested in new things, and to meet something so... well, so... dragon-ish, it was both surprising and wonderful. After looking a few moments longer, lingering at her sight, the young pony pulled herself away. She forced herself to refocus. If she stopped concentrating, the brew would overflow, and all her hard work would be ruined.
I'm not here to gawk at a dragon. I'm here to learn. Learn about Alchemy. Alchemy, Firelock. This is your big chance to actually make a worthwhile improvement! She thought to herself. The thought of truly becoming at least an apprentice alchemist made her mind fizz into crazy fireworks. Inspiration began once again to hit her. After a slight nod to Dream Gaze's words, she redirected her attention back to her potion. After examining it, she came to the conclusion that it had strengthened it, but not by enough.
The little filly worked furiously, adding tiny bits more, shredding them, peeling them, dicing them, each time testing to see how it played out. Soon, she was drowning everything else out, and if Dream Gaze was giving advice, she couldn't hear it. Her entire mind was absorbed into creating, making. All she could see was the ingredients, all she could feel was the Wyrmroot between her hooves, all she could hear was the gentle bubbling of the brew, and all she could smell was the pungent but almost flowery scent of the thing fizzling in her cauldron. This went on for a few minutes, repeating her steps, trying out new things. Then she stopped. It was perfect. She knew it was. She didn't even have to taste it to know,
She was no longer in the flow of alchemy, but now there was no reason to be. Her nervousness washed away, replaced with pride, flaring up inside her heart. "I got it." She said simply, and a broad, happy smile bore on her face, a smile only a foal could wear. "I did it!" She put out the fire with a wave of her horn, and slowly poured a small amount into a thin vial. "It's perfect! And I can prove it!" Her knife was emitted into a golden glow, her horn having the same hue as it floated into the air. Holding out one hoof gingerly, she brought the blade closer. It hovered for a moment, then, with slight hesitation, Firelock pricked a tiny cut into her wrist. It wasn't much, but it was more then a paper-cut and bled a well amount. She winced. She drunk the minuscule amount of her potion that she had previously put in the vial. After finishing it, having a bitter, onion-grassy taste as it went down, she looked at the cut. The bleeding stopped a few moments later, and the skin that had been cut began layering itself until the slice was nonexistent, the small amount of fur that had been taken, back. It had never happened.
"See? And that's only a a small-scale level!" She said, holding out her hoof triumphantly.
As the dragon flexed her wings, it was all she could do to not stare. She was beautiful, the remainder of the sun still left in the sky shimmering off her scales. They each were like tiny mirrors, reflecting her majesty, her personality, everything. Firelock had always been interested in new things, and to meet something so... well, so... dragon-ish, it was both surprising and wonderful. After looking a few moments longer, lingering at her sight, the young pony pulled herself away. She forced herself to refocus. If she stopped concentrating, the brew would overflow, and all her hard work would be ruined.
I'm not here to gawk at a dragon. I'm here to learn. Learn about Alchemy. Alchemy, Firelock. This is your big chance to actually make a worthwhile improvement! She thought to herself. The thought of truly becoming at least an apprentice alchemist made her mind fizz into crazy fireworks. Inspiration began once again to hit her. After a slight nod to Dream Gaze's words, she redirected her attention back to her potion. After examining it, she came to the conclusion that it had strengthened it, but not by enough.
The little filly worked furiously, adding tiny bits more, shredding them, peeling them, dicing them, each time testing to see how it played out. Soon, she was drowning everything else out, and if Dream Gaze was giving advice, she couldn't hear it. Her entire mind was absorbed into creating, making. All she could see was the ingredients, all she could feel was the Wyrmroot between her hooves, all she could hear was the gentle bubbling of the brew, and all she could smell was the pungent but almost flowery scent of the thing fizzling in her cauldron. This went on for a few minutes, repeating her steps, trying out new things. Then she stopped. It was perfect. She knew it was. She didn't even have to taste it to know,
She was no longer in the flow of alchemy, but now there was no reason to be. Her nervousness washed away, replaced with pride, flaring up inside her heart. "I got it." She said simply, and a broad, happy smile bore on her face, a smile only a foal could wear. "I did it!" She put out the fire with a wave of her horn, and slowly poured a small amount into a thin vial. "It's perfect! And I can prove it!" Her knife was emitted into a golden glow, her horn having the same hue as it floated into the air. Holding out one hoof gingerly, she brought the blade closer. It hovered for a moment, then, with slight hesitation, Firelock pricked a tiny cut into her wrist. It wasn't much, but it was more then a paper-cut and bled a well amount. She winced. She drunk the minuscule amount of her potion that she had previously put in the vial. After finishing it, having a bitter, onion-grassy taste as it went down, she looked at the cut. The bleeding stopped a few moments later, and the skin that had been cut began layering itself until the slice was nonexistent, the small amount of fur that had been taken, back. It had never happened.
"See? And that's only a a small-scale level!" She said, holding out her hoof triumphantly.