She placed each ingredient into the cauldron with purposeful placement, saying the line of the incantation that went along with it. No one ever spoke about how important location was within a created potion. It was always described as a dance of wild abandon and care free sprinkling. Not that the Juniper berries could only go in the southeasternly region, the Thistle Weeds in the northernly, once alive matter always, always, always went in the very center, and so on. It could not be off by a hair’s width or who knew what sort of portal would be opened, or what would be summoned.
“And in the darkness, create the chains that bind them,” she finished.
Inktober 2023, Prompt #21: CHAINS


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