The smell of boiling tree sap mixed with the earthy scent of well pulverized bark created an aroma that could generously be called 'medicinal' - and more accurately described as 'revolting'. Elua crouched beside a series of rough, essence-heated stone vessels… each containing different stages of her mass culinary refinement project.
Her silver dress was finally more pristine than it had been in days… and it had been 'abandoned' hours ago in something like a protective shrine. While there was a variety of plant that made for good, broadleafed coverings - El was not about to wear something so flammable next to fires.
'Not twice. Well, four… five times? If you count the time I was doused in that substance that I was not aware had such a low ignition point.'
