A little mixing in the morning

[themerlin]

On a table, in a booth, a small cauldron merrily bubbles as Merlin mixes and adds ingredients from a small pile.

Each one is prepared carefully. Some herbs are chopped, a small stone is ground down, a silver spoon is carefully polished and cleaned, and other things are similarly set ready, then added to the cauldron. With each thing added, merlin speaks quiet words, and the cauldron glows faintly. All the while, Merlin consults a small book bound in red leather and a silvery metal.

He smiles as the potion slowly takes shape, humming as he drops the last of the ingredients, some polished scales, into the cauldron and whispers two words. There is a slight flash, then the cauldron is merrily bubbling once more, and Merlin sits back, satisfied. Now, all he can do is wait for it to be ready.

Freed from a need to concentrate, he looks around the room and smiles, watching the crowd.

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[lichvell-r.livejournal.com]

And from the crowd, approaches a certain pale girl, who is trying new clothes. "Hello."

[themerlin]

"A good morning to you, Ravin. How goes the morning?"

He smiles and nods to her.

[lichvell-r.livejournal.com]

"It goes, nice. It is a strange feel, to tell the truth." She is still getting settled with the idea of 'good things happening to me'.

[themerlin]

"Oh? How so?"

he waves a hand at the seat across from him, moving the cauldraon back and to the side.

"Will you join me?"

[lichvell-r.livejournal.com]

She does, slipping into the offered seat. "My world is different; very much." A bad place, one could say. "Good things are rare in there."

[themerlin]

"Ah. Well, this place is neutral, and thus, if you desired, you could experience much that you did not know yet."

He nods.

[lichvell-r.livejournal.com]

"This place is not so neutral, as it is simply different/i>. Bad things still happen, fairly often, just not as often as they do back in my world."

[themerlin]

"Good things happen too. That is the meaning of neutral, Ravin. Where anything can happen."

He grins.

[lichvell-r.livejournal.com]

"My meaning covers what does happen. Unfulfilled possibility is just hopeful wishing, Merlin."

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Smelled like Potions class, or one of his own experiments.

So Draco definitely came over to investigate. Oh it was him again. One of the Merlin(s).

A polite nod, "Good day, sir."

[themerlin]

"A good morn to you, Draco. Well met."

He nods to him.

"How does the morning find you?"

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

"Very good actually." Better than it's been a few days ago.

A careful sniff toward the cauldron, "Is that mandrake that I'm smelling? Or wait... perhaps wormwood?"

[themerlin]

"Both, actually, and a hint of mint, and a few other items. It is an old mixture but a good one."

He turns open the book he had been perusing, and reveals a page detailing a very long and involved preparations for making a potion of shape changing conference.

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

"I thought some of it seemed familiar. We've used it in other potions at school."

Draco came around to read the passage with interest.

"Yes, some of these seem to be variations of what we use." He pointed to a few other ingredients on the page.

[themerlin]

Merlin nods.

"I am not surprised. In your time they are probably refined and better items are found for things that are not yet known in my time."

He smiles at the cauldron as it bubbles away.

"It will be some time before it is done."

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

"Still been finding it good to see the sources of our magic. Find what we've lost."

[themerlin]

"Magic changes, as people do. I am sure, that in your time, you have what you need. Truthfully, I do not know that one such as I would survive there. It is... too different."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_estsanatlehi_/]

"You know," came the conversational tone from the next booth over, followed by a peering over the back of the booth and into the cauldron, "That is the worst recipe for soup I've ever seen."

[themerlin]

He quirks a smile at her.

"It isn't for soup, dear lady, but a potion, instead. If I were to make you soup, 'twould be far less... vile."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_estsanatlehi_/]

"Ah." She said with a nod, "Good to hear, it is quite difficult to ruin a good soup, but I think you'd have managed with ingredients like those."

She was at the opposite side of his booth then, it was a trick she'd learned from a Bird. "How've you been?"

[themerlin]

He grins at that trick and nods a bow to her.

"I have been well, learning, meeting people, appreciating beauty, practicing my art. This place is a joy."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_estsanatlehi_/]

She nodded at that, "Indeed it is."

She was followed, around the edge and over the top of the booth, by a swarm of small multi-colored hedgehogs, as well as a few platapi as well, wriggling along like ferrets.

[themerlin]

Merlin blinked at the... the things he didn't know the names of.

"What manner of beings are those, milady?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_estsanatlehi_/]

She laughed, scooping up one of the hedgehogs, streaked in layers of green and turquoise, "This is a hedgehog."

Picking up a platapus followed, "And this, is a duck-billed-platapus." And then, "They aren't usually colored like this. I was just bored."

[themerlin]

He eyes them and then grins.

"Very strange beings indeed. Did you make them, milady?"

He peers up at her curiously.