Hekate’s eyes focused ahead of herself, hands steadily going through the motions she had begun to repeat as though a machine. A hand scanned over the table ahead of her and she jumped as she knocked a bottle over, sending it tumbling to the ground.
“Oh...” Her voice was scratchy, more so than usual due to the lack of use and the fumes coming from her work. She blinked a few times, pulled from her trance as she knelt down to catch the bottle as it still rolled. She squinted at the cobwebs that had formed under the legs and rested her hands on her knees.
What was she doing again? She gave a huff as she tried to remember. Why was her cauldron so full? And what was the bitter nonsense it was full of? Her nose wrinkled as she stood up, looking around and touching her face. Far too warm. A soft grunt escaped her lips as she quickly deduced the culprit.
“Mother...”
She reeled back from the table, her knees feeling stiffer than even a moment before as her mind returned to her. A few stumbled steps and her bottom “paffed” into the leather chair against her wall.
