║♚║— It was another rainy day in countryside. Eris had buried herself with her studies while her beloved was in town attending a seminar explicitly for physicians. Eris would make sure that she get all manner of details from her husband no matter how grizzly he may think they are. Erik’s work was a simple wonder to her, it was unfortunate that physicians didn’t allow open viewing for those who weren’t a doctorate. Her studies were… far different from Erik’s though they were just as methodical. Alchemy. It required a steady hand, open eyes and mind. It was fascinating to the young Mrs. Lehnsherr. It was unorthodox and taboo. She tired her hand in it and it was marvelous. However she was care and limited herself out of fear. Fear of what? She couldn’t verbalize. Though each time she created a transmutation circle she felt something rise within her. Was it the mere energies of the earth or was it something foreboding? She wasn’t sure… Eris Lehnsherr loved and hated it all at the same time.
“Mommy?” A small voice of a child snapped her out of her studies. Eris placed down her book and beamed at her beautiful little girl. She was no more than five, curls ran down her back that had a bit of a red tint that came from her father. Her eyes wide and hazel filled with so much life and wonder. Little Ms. Dahlia. As she was pretty she was a stubborn as her father at times and we she was mad she stood just as tall as he. “Mommy, my toy broke… can you fix it?”
Eris sat her book to the side and grabbed her chalk. “Of course, my dear.” She chuckled hugging her daughter. She felt warm to the touch. Strange. “let’s use a bit of alchemy, yes?”
Dahlia nodded quickly as she loved seeing her mother’s hand. Eris made a small transmutation and placed the toy in the circle of it. Their daughter watched with a wide smile on her face as Eris placed her hands on both sides of the circle and watched the light erupt from the floor fixing the toy and melding it back together. “It is fixed??” There was nothing short of happiness in her question.
“Yes, it is. Now promise me, you’ll be more careful with your things, Dahlia.” She chuckled handing her daughter the toy. “Your father will be home any time now. You should get washed up for dinner. “ As she finished her words she could her the shoes of her husband enter the foyer. “Speak of the devil.” She hummed to herself. “Go on and get washed up dear.” Eris made her way to the front of their mansion, passing by scrambling maids that make sure things were in tidy fashion and dinner was thoroughly prepared. “How was your seminar, Erik?” Eris kissed his cheek and brushed his hair behind his ears lightly. “I am more than sure you have nothing short of great things to share?”