Exton

A bit of gauze covers a goblet. Small bits of leaf, bark, and berry lie dark on the fabric as the liquid slowly drips through. Gaze intent on what she is doing, Wish hears the door open and Pike speaking softly with someone. She inhales, scenting the visitor.

As the last of the fluid drips into the goblet, Mouse scurries up on the table. It twitches its nose. The black beadlike eyes close for a moment, then Mouse is gone. When it comes back, Wish has dropped the small parcel of bits in a small dish. Mouse lays a crumb on the tabletop looking up at Wish expectantly.

"*Mae'n ddrwg gennyf, Llygoden. Dim bwydydd solet eto. Cyn bo hir er ..."

Mouse collects its offering and scurries away. When it comes back, Wish leans over far enough for Mouse to climb into the tangled mass of multicolored dreadlocks. Wish rises, lifting the goblet to swirl the liquid. With a knowing smile, she offers the goblet to Keon.

"Nae assassin's poison, Dealg Drubh. Tis a Healer's draught. One the Court Physician would not have thought to make. Watch."

She swirls the goblet, watching the colors swirl, change. Keon passes a hand over the goblet. He smiles, feeling the boost it gives his own personal Magick.

"Nae spell ta it, Wyld One. Tis all natural?"

Wish nods. "There is a bit of the Wyld in Lady Star. Tis why I needed a donor Wyld, a donor Court, a donor Human. The blood spell was all well and good. Now the Healers tend to her body, but this..." The petite Fae smiles, tears of joy collecting in the corners of her oddly old, almond shaped eyes, "This will let her own magick heal her, aid it in fact."

Keon nods slowly. "Come, Wish. We can but offer it. An she refuses, ye will nae trick her to it."

Wish's eyes widen, pure innocence in the expression. Then she laughs, curtsying.

"Tis a promise made, Dealg Drubh. Tis a promise I make. Tis best drunk freely. Twould do no good forced."


*I am sorry, Mouse. No solid foods yet. Soon though...