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"Again," Nephi clapped her hands together as Nemia struggled to mix the potion her mother had ordered her to make for practice. She'd been working on it for hours at this point with the mixture being incorrect the first three times she did it. Nemia was growing tired of the work, having put in many long hours to perfect the final potion for use later. She could feel her eye twitching despite trying to hide her annoyance, and her mother picked up on it immediately.
"Giving up already, daughter?" Her mother questioned, arms folding over her chest as she narrowed her eyes at Nemia.
"Of course not, mother," Nemia said sharply, flinching as she poured a bit too much into the vial she held as a puff of blue smoke burst forth from it. Aw shoot. Ruined again. A soft groan escaped her as she rested the now ruined vial in the dud vial slots she had set up, head leaning back against her chair. "Perhaps a break is needed."
She did wonder if Ilistoh had to do anything to train as a trader or storyteller, but she figured probably not. He was a free spirit of sorts, while her mother took her own education very seriously. She wanted her to perfect her potion making in order to succeed at the Academy. As if sensing her thoughts, Nephi approached and placed her gloved hands against her cheeks.
"You are distracted, dear. What is going through your head?" Nemia frowned, annoyed that her mother would think such a thing! She was not distracted! She was very serious about her work to be a transfigurist just like her mother was. For her to assume she was slacking off or distracted was absurd.
"I am not, mother!" She had even been taking vigorous notes on the mixtures her mother had showed her beforehand. Really she didn't know why she was getting it wrong. It was frankly infuriating, but she would get it right one way or another.
"Then again!" Nephi clapped once more and Nemia grumbled but sat forward for another go at the potion. This is what she had signed up for after all. Being just like her mother, or at least attempting to do so. Working with potions and kits for all sorts of things. Though she complained about it now, there was nothing else she would rather do.
