Love Potion
"David cheated on me again!" The red haired dancer wailed, burying her face into her crossed arms. The two large bells decorating her hair jingled with every quiver of her head and shoulders.
The young alchemist seated across the table only shook her head and sighed, "Again?"
"I know, Kyrie, I know, but he loves me!" The dancer looked up to see the skeptic expression on her sister's face. Her lips were pursed and her large brown eyes were slightly narrowed. The dancer pounded her fists on the table and yelled, "Really! He does!"
Kyrie had just enough of her sister's weekly cries over the same guy doing the same wrongs. Lucy, her sister, never listened to any of her advices. Sure she may have never been in a relationship, but that doesn't mean she doesn't know anything just by watching. Plus the knowledge of what a boyfriend should and shouldn't do, like cheat on them, is embedded into every woman's brain. Kyrie often wondered what was wrong with her sister's. She was older after all and intelligence and reason came with age, or so they say.
Kyrie stood from the table, but she was stopped as her sister whimpered through blue watery eyes, "He just needs a little help."
The differences between the two were apparent. Kyrie took completely after their mother while Lucy took wholly after their father. Lucy had short silky straight red hair. Her blue eyes reflected the sea and she stood tall and elegant like a goddess. She was handsome in that rare feminine way. Despite taking after someone so manly, Lucy had a large chest and even wider hips. She was the picture of perfect fertility. The only thing Kyrie had to show that she was in fact female, was the two bumps on her chest called breasts and a tiny waist that made her bony hour glass figure.
Kyrie on the other hand had her mother's white tresses that was as uncontrollable as the rolling waves and often hidden under her parcel hat. She had her mother's large brown eyes, button nose, rosy cheeks and slight freckles. She was short like her mother and because of her height and doll like features, she was often mistaken for some one far younger than her age. Kyrie often wondered what she'd looked like if she took after her father. She guessed she would have just looked like a man.
Kyrie turned to her sister slowly and said cautiously, "You don't intend to tie him up or dismember him, do you?"
"No, no!" Lucy replied, frivolously shaking her head. The bells on her head jingled like wind chimes in a violent storm. Once she calmed down, Lucy asked hesitantly, "Do you think tying him up would make him realize his deep, burning love for me?"
"No!" The last thing Kyrie wanted right now was her sister being locked up for abducting her boyfriend. Or was it ex-boyfriend? She hoped her sister was smart enough to break up with him.
"Okay, okay! What I mean by help is," Lucy produced a large book that must have been on her lap and placed it on the table with a dull thud, "This book."
"What exactly does the book do?" Kyrie asked. Seated once again, she grabbed the book and slid the old thing in front of her. The worn out title read 'Solutions to Inconvenience'. Suspicion grew in Kyrie like a slow tension that wound through her body.
"More like what's in the book."
If Kyrie had the power to change one thing in her sister, it would be her habit of beating around the bush.
"And what exactly is in the book?"
"A potion."
"What kind of potion?" Kyrie asked, exasperated at her sister's hesitance. For a dancer, Lucy had some low assurance of herself.
"A," Lucy began.
"A what?"
"A love potion," Lucy said simply with a small smile.
"A love potion!" Kyrie yelled, surprised at the absurdity. There was no such thing! Never in her life had she ever heard of an alchemist attempt to create such a thing. Perhaps because no one had troubles of making the person they were truly in love with fall in love with them in return. She was certain her sister did not love the bard, but the fantasy of him. David and Lucy were partners in dance and music and romantically. Unfortunately, David was a wanderer in the matters of the heart and lust. His handsome looks did nothing to help him from going astray.
Lucy loved the idea of two performing partners being in love. Not to mention the thought of having, quite possibly, the most handsome bard in rune midgard. She'd be the envy of every woman.
"It's on page 168," Lucy encouraged and opened the book to a random page then flipped to 168. The worn out page read in large curly letters, 'The Love Potion: For Every Hearts Unrequited Desire'. Underneath the title was a heart shaped bottle filled with red fizzy substance. She skipped the description of the potion as the title says all and went straight to the ingredients.
'Hinalle
Illusion Flower
Izidor
Five White Herbs
Burning Heart
Muscovite'
Kyrie lifted her eyes from the page and looked at her sister, "Do you know how much these items cost and the rarity of some one selling them?"
Lucy surprised her with a bag. Her sister reached in with a triumphant smile and pulled out Hinalle, next came the rest of the items. Kyrie gave her sister a look of a thousand questions to which her sister replied slyly, "A dancer has her ways."
Kyrie's brown eyes grew wide and her lips parted slightly. Sensing her younger sister's line of thought, Lucy yelled, "Ew! No! I'm sure that may be other's ways, but those are not mine. Plus do you really think I would do that? Do you know how many men I'd have to sleep with to get-"
"Please, spare me the details," Being a virgin, Kyrie never liked to talk about sex. It made her feel uncomfortable and not to mention ill. At seventeen, she just didn't feel the need to get rid of her virginity. Most of the girls she knew had already lost it. Personally, the thought of something down there unsettled her and made her want to throw up. The fact that her sister compared David to a raging Baphomet drained all the color from her face. Plus Kyrie really did not need that on her mind if she was going to create this so called love potion.