The scoopula clattered across the table as Deoir gave a frustrated scoff. She rubbed her temples, weary from another failed attempt at the synthetic she was trying to create. She'd been at it for too many consecutive hours, she rationalized. She took her staff and headed outside for a break.
The evening breeze blew against her face as she rested under a blossoming tree, her minions curled in her lap. When she awoke later, she drowsily toyed with some ivy attempting to curl around her fingers. Deoir smiled slightly as inspiration struck; she might finally have something for Felix.
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