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[NightShade]

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With a rather strong hand she gave her sleeping husband a shove, trying to extricate herself from the steel band of arms he had encircled her with yet again. He had once more entrapped her into the bed, as if even in his sleep, he was possesively trying to keep her at his side should he decide he needed her, or perhaps it was to cut down on the headaches that accompanied her mischievious midnight wanderings. He finally grunted, giving up the battle to keep his wife in bed and turned away from her, though she did see one bleary eye open to watch her as she dressed.

Grinning madly she found that she had a particularly hard time with a row of buttons just down her chest. This was most likely on purpose to leave him in a state, a state that would pay off later. She continued her failed attempts at enclosing herself in her dress until she heard a tell-tale growl come from the darkened bed. As if to say, you better go now, or your getting back in.

Moving quickly now from the frustrated husband room she made her way down the long hallway, with rows of glass cases holding different mementos and trinkets. Flags hung softly alongside them bearing different crests and renditions of Stonegate's colors. The stairs she took two at a time in her eagerness to get to her workshop, passing the dungeon area, where dripping water could be heard falling against the stones.

At last, in the farthest and most private corner of this place was her world. Here several glass bottles sat, made of a magical material. Their shapes wavered about as if not quite there and within them you could see the swirlings of something otherworldly. Though many times she had seen Myrddin peer curiously at them he had always moved with great caution here for innately he knew that these were matters best left to rest.

The caw of a ghostly bird drew her attention to the far corner as she spied his spirit form. Stepping forward the giant black mockingbird preened a bit, rubbing his beak along ethereal black feathers then moving to hop happily behind her. When she settled down upon her bench at her work table, he hopped up onto it next to her. His curious head randomly poking different objects on the table. Thankfully his ghostly head had no effect on the items he touched or it is quite possible the bird would of gotten a face full of something unpleasant.

She pulled a shining stone container close to her, running her gloved hands along the sides of it. Pulling the top off of it she peered inside, happy to see that it was finally ready, but needed a bit of a stir.. One might assume, knowing Nightshade, that this was some fantastical potion, diabolical and poisonous. At the very least a witches brew of mischievious proportions. However, not today, this was paint. Now it would be a stretch to call the paint ordinary but none the less it was indeed paint...
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