Horn once more aglow, you’re not content to leaving your files and works and pieces in places they have no business to be in. You take the balled up report and promptly drop it into the trash can--from where it shall never be seen again.
You want to wonder. To think on what step it was you skipped. You always seem to skip steps, don’t you? Idiot.
You lean back into your chair again, yawning, but defiantly refusing to let your body drift off to Luna’s realm of slumber. There must have been something else to work on. To practice. Explore. Some element of the arcane you’re yet to discover.
The books off on your shelf looked rather alluring right now. Two alchemical books in particular: “Literally Explosive Brews”, and “The Poison Compendium”. How wonderfully volatile.
>Read “Literally Explosive Brews”.
>Read “The Poison Compendium”.