#also realized we never got around to that curse lesson thread so uh Hello

[zmeydeva-arch]

       SHE SULKS IN THE DUSKY RETREAT OF DAYLIGHT.   she takes to moss like rabbits do burrows,   like deer do the dense wood.  a creature in hiding but she expects her withdrawal to be witnessed.   her feet are bare and her skirts are wrought in damp and earth but it is not the stained dress that incurs her upset,  or even the small patchwork of yellowing leaves giving caution to the dry season ahead.   the demigoddess had abandoned the well-tended confines of the gardens for the unkempt majesty of the thick of the forest.   in her wake she had littered petals laced with illuminated enchantment,  morsels of magic to lead her pupil to where she had dressed the wilderness as her laboratory for the day.   although,   when @daylighter​​ came upon her he would find she had moved from the stone slab table to kneel in the grass a few paces away,   gathering up mushroom caps and minerals for further brews.   SHE CHOOSES TO IGNORE HIS APPROACH,   ON THE VERGE OF TANTRUM.   refusing to turn from her collection of which she pursues with calculated measurement   ━    a picture of a sour scholar.  

        ❛   you were supposed to be here an hour ago.   ❜   the white stem of a destroying angel is weighed her palm;   its promise of delirium and death an enchanting prospect given the circumstances   ━   not that she could use such a weapon to wage war on his nervous system  (   not when all this bacteria already ran viscous in his veins,   vaguely she wondered if she could procure a vial of his blood for such purposes   )   but the scientist was forced to reconcile with her position as a scorned lover today.   the romance of toxicology would have to wait for another occasion.   though,   this fact did not stop her from penciling in 'blood',  double-underlined,   in her reference journal before continuing on her tirade.   ❛   did you only agree to lessons to indulge my curiosity?   ❜  she unfolds herself from her crouch,  rising while swiping away at wayward plant matter that burrowed itself within the fabric of clothing.    her basket of materials swayed violently at the crease of her elbow,   forced into momentum with the swiftness of her shifting position.    ❛   i have better things to do with my time than sit around and wait for you,  general.   ❜