Where is She?
Dusk let out a sigh as she had finally gotten her small empty pill bottles and empty pill capsules, other small bottles she would need but she didn't really feel like making anything just yet. The odd thing was Zuzana should have been back by now. All she needed was some thread and fabric, and of course some snacks they both enjoyed. None the less she just figured Zuana would be back in time and Dusk calmly went to her small alchemic room. Not only did she get enough ingredients for her poison, the berries but also her father's secret thread and fabric recipe. She had learned that Zuana's favorite animal was a black widowed spider, so Dusk secretly planning on making one for her. She later found out that the fabric and thread recipes worked the same. She learned that when she was in the middle of soaking the thread and accidentally threw some fabric in it, and when she went to burn it, it simply reformed over time.
Her smile was warm as she began to pour a good amount of fresh spring water into the large cauldron, as soon this large amount of water would be reduced to a small puddle when she was finished with the soaking as well. Probably make Zuzana drink it, it wouldn't hurt her it would just taste like sewage and she would be able to laugh at her. After that, she began to add the ingredients she needed from dried special herb roots to liquid mint leaves that had to go through a brutal process to make them liquid. As well as cut pieces of fabric and string so they knew what to make hold forever long they may last, because they did eventually quit working but it took centuries for that to happen. Then she left the water to boil before she would be adding a few more plants and crushed roots. It was going to take a while anyhow.
"Excuse me!" Dusk barked it a little harsher then she would have liked but the servant walking by simply stopped and glanced at her like it was nothing. "Yes, Ma'am?" The servant sounded irritated at best. "If you happen to hear from Zuzana can you tell me where she went? She should have been back now and she isn't." Was all Dusk said and the servant soon bowed. "It shall be done. Is there anything else you need of me?" Like a record, they all said that same phrase but she simply waved them off in dismissal before going back to her alchemic room and reaching into her pouch. What she pulled out was her old stuffed kitten rag doll that her father made for her many years ago. Dusk sat down next to the soon to be boiling cauldron of water and ingredients and rubbed her thumb over it's rather plumb and fat head. Many good memories coming to mind, of them playing together, him teaching her how to read. All the memories soon turned twisted and dark in her own mind as she could now only see it was her fault thanks to her father's passing. She missed him dearly and wished they could all be together again. She knew, knew that her father wouldn't want her to think this way but she couldn't help it.
She missed her father, anyone she ever wanted to confined in, it wouldn't matter in the end because they all passed away. Hell even Zuzana, with enough time, and enough injuries were taken to her, she'll die, and then Dusk would be left alone in this world all over again. Sure she could continue her search for her brother, visit where they buried their mother and the small rock that was there for their father since they could not bury the body. She could also visit where her old house use to stand, that was now considered one of the most famous graveyards to this day, now made for fallen soldiers without a name. Although she no longer got the money for the burials, and the government thought that it was their land, it wasn't and she did nothing to stop it. Mostly because she did not care about it any longer but the day she went to visit her old home, she would have to force back soldiers in order to see their graves. Luckily they still kept the graves that were there when her house was destroyed. They thought they were fallen soldiers when in reality they where good men and women and even a few children. Ranging from poor to rich beyond imagination but they all had something in common. They were always kind to others and never once tried to kill another and so, she accepted them.
Dusk just sighed as she gently put the doll back in her pouch to try and shake away the painful memories she had of her family and past, something she would never really express in person but she could easily express hopefully on the page. "Well, might as well continue on with the potion, she should be back in time of when I need it, if not I still have my backup." Was all she said to herself and looked over the now boiling cauldron that was giving off a wonderful mint smell, it wouldn't last long as Dusk began to crush some dried root with a mixture of honey. Some old and long forgotten Cramp Berries, made to heal people with severe wounds, she simply tossed in after cutting them in half and a bit of salt and began to stir it as she poured the crushed honey and root into the cauldron, the smell soon changing to sweat, to bitter, soon to smell even worse.