soup season ♠ eulalie breaks the curse, day five

It seems quite simple, that or she's been tricked and here she sits brewing her own poison.

The shrine water is just enough to fill her chalice to the brim, after she's drunk the contents that were already inside. Her headache has lessened, eased by the weight of food on her stomach. She glances back to the scrap paper, paying careful attention to the words and drawings like she did to Florentine and D'Arcy back in the throne room. She takes the sky flower in her palm and begins to roll it between her hands, petals and juices alike dripping down into the water. She is careful to avoid the leaves.

She uses the finger she placed her gold ring on to stir the elixir, watching the color change and inhaling the sweet scent that wafts up into her face. She can finally make sense of the gray scar that runs across her right leg, that unyielding feeling in the core of herself. The girl who wants to become a legend has begun turning into stone. Maybe it's thanks to her own cleverness, or perhaps she should give no gratitude to herself.

Either way, she brings the potion to her lips and drinks until she can contain no more of it.