Wrong Mixture rough draft

I started another weekend story.  This is going to be a very slow blueberry transformation/ inflation.  It will take the lady a few days, maybe even a week to fully inflate.  I want these weekend stories to be very slow stories where I practice my art and give much more detailed stories.  I hope you like them.

Wrong Mixture.

Flora grunted as she was dragged into the throne room. She wasn’t sure what this was all about. The knights hadn’t spoken a word to her seince dragging her away from her workshop in broad daylight. She gritted her teeth as she was thrown to the foot of the throne, the knights in their shiny armor sauluting the young king. She had never seen the king before but she noted how young he was, almost seven years younger than she was.

“Do you know why I had you brought before me?” Flora shook her head without looking up. “I have heard you are something of an alchemist. I wish for you to put those skills to work for the sake of the kingdom.”

Flora snorted as she looked up at the young lord. “My lord, I only deal with herbal remadies to cure the sick. I am not—”

He stood up. “You can not trick me. My guards have seen you work your magic.” Flora gulped. “Now I want you to get to work right away.” He began to walk down towards her, his golden cap dragging behind him. “You see I would have you work on finding a way to produce wonders for my army. Like using your alchemy to conjure fire against our enmies. Or maybe turn water into hard steel so we can more easily make our armor.”

Flora took a deep breath. “You don’t want me to make gold while I am at it sire?”

The king laughed. “Oh don’t be silly. Such things are not possible. My last alchemist tried and failed.” Flora gulped as she realized she was replacing the last poor soul that was put in this position. “Besides I want more practical things for my kingdom. Why have an alchemist lavaish me with gold if a nehboring kingdom will only take it with their arms. No.” He put his hand on her shoulder. “You shall use your skills to make my kingdom strong. Even if your results are a bit. . . unconvential.” He laughed. “It is alchemy after all.”

“And if I refuse?”

“You will be taken to the dungeon.”

“Not much of a choice then is it sire?” She sighed. “When do I get started?”

He smiled. “Right away.” The king clapped his hands. “Guards.” The two knights who had escorted Flora to the king stepped forward. “We need to get our new royal achmist to her station. And make sure she has the royal attire to go with her new station.”

One of the knights sauluted the king. “Yes sire. It will be done.”

The king turned his attention back to Flora. “You will work for the rest of the day and for the entire week. If your results breed success then we can talk about your break.”

Flora narrowed her eyes. She was already thinking of a way to get out of this. Hopefully with the chemicals they would provide her it would be simple for her to find a way out, or at the very least give the royal army something they would regret. She did not plan on spending the rest of her life working for this young brat.

Once again she was dragged away, the iron grip of the knights wrapping around her arms. Through many twisting corridors the estorted Flora until finnaly they arrived at a small room filled to the brim with strange vials and mixtures. There was a wodden work bench stained with blackend resudie, most likely from the last resident. One of the knights gestured to a blue coat sitting on the table with golden pins to fasten the garment together. There was also a red belt sitting beside it.

“There is the royal alchemist uniform. You are expected to wear that at all times.” Flora ran her fingers over the garments. “One of us will be stationed outside the door. Knock if you need anything.” They walked outside and left her alone.

She picked up the coat, noting how it became like a skirt near the bottom. “Strange uniform.” She quickly undressed and changed. “It is very odd that I have to wear this.” She fastend the golden buttons together. “But I guess it will help avoid staning my clothing.”

She picked up the belt and tied it around her waist, the belt buckle a bright gold. Once her outfit was changed Flora examined the room. Most of the chemicals lining the walls she didn’t reconzine. “It could take me weeks to figure out how to use these.” She walked up to the wall by the window and picked up a tonic containing red liquid. “I tried to tell them I work with healing elixers. Did they listen? No.”

Flora pulled free the cork on the bottle, realsing a pungent smell. “Phew.” She waved her hand in front of her face. “This stuff stinks worse then horse manure. Gods.” She tried to squeeze the cork back on but it just won’t fit. “I need to do something. I can’t spend the rest of the day with this. . . smell.”

She grabbed another bottle, this one containing clear liquid and pulled the cork free. “Oh my it smells like lavender.” She smilled as she held the potion to her nose. “It helps a little. But the other potion still reeks. Ugh.”

Flora paced back and forth. “I just can’t stand it. I have to do something.” She pulled at her black hair. “Ugh.” She finnaly grabbed the foul smelling elixir and mixed it with the lavender smiling bottle in a desperate hope to save her sense of smell. The results were unexpected. As the two potions mixed they took on a blue color and emited a strong blueberry scent. Flora didn’t mind the smell of blueberries, but still she stared down at the concoation with wonder. How could such a reaction have occurred? Just what had she made?

Still such invisigations would have to wait for another time. Flora would have to figure out what the base chemicals were first before she could saftly figure out what this concation was. So she relented to corking the strange elixir and putting it back on the shelf. But as she was struggling to slide the top back on the bottle her hand slipped and the container fell onto the table. Blue liquid spilled out, covering the table and her hands. “Fuck!” She narrowed her eyes. “Well at least there is a little left.”

Flora quickly tipped the glass bottle back up, twisting the cork in. She then grabbed a rag and wipped her hands off. “Ugh. Why won’t this stuff come out?” She rubbed and rubbed. “Is this some kind of permeant staining liquid?” After almost ten minutes of trying to dry her hands she finnaly relented, realizing her hands were stained bright blue for the time being. “A hot bath and soap should fix this later tonight.” She ran her hands through her hair. “But my first thing that I make is blue staining liquid. I am not off to a great start. If I am to get out of here I need to make something with more of a punch.”