Mystical Favour Baby's Breath no good deed he didn't

no good deed he didn't punish

for the magic needs time to steep too

Each clay-caked finger connected her to the life of this place

The scents of citrus and honeysuckle drift through the greystone workshop bounded only by pink-limned green pentagonal lines of energy on the cold floor

Please note this die has the following flaw:

Mystical Favour Baby's Breath no good deed he didn'tThe potion sloshed readily around its flat bottomed bottle, a sparkly pink and purple. The colours mixed constantly but always separated again. She pulled the cork and the faint pop was followed by a bubbling hiss. Tiny sparkles danced from the mouth of the bottle. The liquid continued to surge around. She took a breath and swallowed the potion in one, barely tasting the hops and rosewater flavour. Warmth spread from her chest. Her shoulders relaxed