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~1 Bell Later~
Ayszel wiggled through the tight confines of the cavernous entrance in snake form, the large basket heavy between her teeth. As soon as she had slipped through she allowed herself to shift into her Dhani form. The cavern was only large enough for two individuals and in her Dhani form she was forced into a tight coil. However, it made it easy to reach from table to brazier quickly, without having to move back and forth. Though she had never admitted it to herself, it suited her laziness just fine.
Heaving a stack of wood into the brazier Ayszel crouched beside it with the flint and steel from the table formed by tree roots. The striker was a rounded edged rectangle that glimmered in the faint beam of sunlight that managed to make its way through the canopy and through a hole in the roof above the brazier.
She stuffed a coil of tinder into the bottom of the brazier with one hand while she grabbed the flint in the other. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath, the process was difficult and the most frustrating of any potion making.
Just keep striking them. Eventually it’ll work. She reassured herself,
Don’t lose your temper She chanted. She knew she was prone to do.
Smacking the smooth edge of the flint against the striker several times she only managed to break off several pieces of flint.
Right…other way around. She remembered and switched hands, holding the flint in her left and casting the striker down with her right.
Do I strike against a flat part? Or an edge? She knew her sister had shown her several times, but admittedly she’d not had the patience to pay attention. She had wanted to learn potions. Besides, her sister would always be there to start the fire for her right? She had been wrong.
Eventually the striker finally hit an edge of the flint and a cascade of sparks erupted from the violent strike.
Right! Edge! She would have squealed with delight had she not such a disdain for such childish displays. Placing the two pieces near the tinder she began to strike again. The sparks landed with delight upon the fuel but quickly fizzled out of life.
Ayszel stopped and furrowed her brow.
Cisslyi had done something different here…she…. The idea slithered into life suddenly and she grabbed a piece of the tinder and placed it between the place where the striker and flint would meet. Striking several more times she managed to inspire a warm glow to sustain itself on the piece of tinder. Neatly tucking it in amongst the other pieces she waited and watched for the fire to come to life.
It took several chimes, but eventually she had built up the fire enough that she could leave it snapping away to fill the black cauldron from a nearby stream. As she dipped the heavy lip into the water it almost slipped from her fingers. Gasping she reached for it tighter, soaking herself in the process.
Course… She groaned.
It was easy to find her way back to ‘The Circle’ not only because she had done it a thousand times before but because the quiet plumes of smoke that rose from the fire led her back through the deep ferns. Slipping into her snake form she wiggled through the entrance, the cauldron too large to drag after her and after shifting once again pulled the cauldron through with her human appendages.
I can’t remember how I ever got by before these…She thought, marveling at her fingertips.