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This may be odd, but in the privacy of the bakery’s backroom, Eirwen found much more urge and energy it needed to socialise. The coffee today was slightly sugary, hot, and dense with robusta at its finest. A taste that reminded her a lot about her today’s uninvited but welcomed guest. 

“You’ve just reminded me that I still haven’t sent either of you the bill for my presence, so thank you.” She put her cup of coffee down on the porcelain plate, a merry tiny sound came up, the audible version of the subtly playful gleams in her eyes. 

Eirwen was not exactly the playful type, but it was entertaining somehow to see a nervous Karina sitting on her couch. The daughter of Circe may get the urgency in Karina’s voice that day, as it was a life on the verge of unliving. She also could get Karina’s embarrassment for showing weakness in her body suit to Lio and her. But this prolonged aftermath tension that had stopped Karina from seeking her out just to have this conversation? Odd. 

“You don’t look like someone who knows how to give genuine compliments, but it’s better than nothing, so thank you again.” Eirwen knew she should take the cheeky smile off her face soon, but the coffee was too good for her to do that. She took another sip after her friend, buying herself some time to find the words to simplify the pages-long reply in her head. 

“If we want to say it exactly, then I didn’t reverse those cuts. And they weren’t caused by bullets.” She gently put the cup down once again, the sound coming off this time was much duller, barely there. 

“It’s an ancient venomous magic attack, or you can understand it simply as dark magic. I cleansed the venom out of his system with your venom, and the rest of the ingredients helped to heal the skin. Those could not help regain the lost blood, hence he had to spend some time in the hospital.” 

A genuinely kind smile was painted across her face as she looked into Karina’s eyes. “You should thank yourself, and know that it’s Lio who owes you an enormous favour, darling. If it weren’t for your venom, he might have already rested six feet underground.” 

❛ ah, so you're not heartless after all. ❜

"And please do not let anybody know," Karina scoffed, rolling her eyes as she took a sip of her coffee. She had finally managed to track down Eirwen after that incident off-island, and even Karina in her usual heartless situation, knew she owed quite a lot to her friend.

"I am thankful you managed to get there in time." Her expression was now serious, the glint of her eyes flashing into that reptilian gaze from her lineage. She hadn't spoken to Lio after they had returned to the island, telling him to recover quickly. She was still a bundle of stress that couldn't be shown to anybody. At least until she managed to ravel herself back together.

"Your skills are amazing, I apologize if I did not show my thanks at that time. And my own powers..." She trailed off, before sighing and taking another sip of coffee. "How do you even know to reverse such things? I had not been exposed to those kind of bullets, even in Koschei's arsenal."

#potion threads; #w/ Karina; #mpkarina; #[ go ahead fire all your questions at her Kaka~ ]

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Eirwen tilted her head, and the dull twinkles in her eyes got to see another angel of Kaya’s frustration. Her wavy auburn hair cascaded down the sides of her doll-like face and her bony shoulders, softening all the edges. In her petite frame, the raging flame of anger had just gone back to sleep, sealed with a cotton-candy smile.    

“You’re so cute,” she said, as easily as breathing, dedicated both to the demigoddess and her fuming-still indignation. 

The disturber was forgotten as soon as he was, first politely, then persistently, invited out of the Black Forest Bakery. Most of the time, customers came here in search of something soul-soothing sweet, something scrumptiously tart, something heavenly crunchy, or something heart-melting soft. And when it was time for a semi-special occasion, like today with Eirwen’s free-entrance class of chocolate cupcakes making, curious eyes and open minds came for some baking tips and a little break from the tough reality. 

That man was a one-of-a-kind case, something Eirwen would be happy to turn into a toad. But even that would waste some of her precious potion. 

“Save your energy for something more worthy, darling,” she almost cooed, the most harmless ‘darling’ she had uttered for a while. “Something like making cupcakes? The second class is starting in ten minutes, you’re very much welcome to join.” 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

"Oh, I always have something to say." She was furious. Some dickwad thought he knew better than Eirwen, and if there was one thing she hated most above everything else, were people like that. People with gigantic egos and minuscule respect that pushed whatever sorry excuse of a thought their brains managed to conjure onto others.

"If I ever hear him breathe again--" It was a joke. Kind of.

Kaya was not a being of goodwill and kindness. It was not in her nature to be, she only tried to be out of consideration for the people she had come to care about and some others. This blatant show of disrespect, however, made her blood boil even if she'd only seen the other woman a couple of times. Her jaw clenched as she rubbed her temples, unsure if she was proud of herself for not blowing up on him or if she regretted letting him walk away unharmed. "I'm sorry, people like that just... get to me."

#potion threads; #potion moments; #w/ Kaya; #mpxkaya; #[ in an episode of Eirwen being melted when a pretty lady getting mad on her behalf :3 ]

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Amaterasu turned gracefully as she heard her name, her golden eyes alight with curiosity as she regarded Eirwen with warmth and recognition. Though their encounter at the council building was but a fleeting moment, the demigoddess's presence stirred a faint memory within the sun goddess's divine consciousness. "Ah, Eirwen-san," Amaterasu greeted with a gentle smile, her voice carrying a melodious tone that seemed to echo with the radiance of the sun. "It is a pleasure to see you once again, dear one." Her gaze followed Eirwen's gesture towards the cauldron, a glimmer of intrigue flickering in her eyes. Stepping closer, Amaterasu examined the artifact with a discerning eye, her divine aura suffusing the air around them with a sense of ancient power. "The cauldron you behold is indeed a remarkable piece," she began, her voice soft yet resonant with warmth. "It is said to have been discovered in the depths of a sacred grove, nestled amidst the whispers of the ancient spirits. Its origins are shrouded in mystery, yet its presence speaks of a bygone era, a time when gods and mortals walked hand in hand." Amaterasu's gaze lingered on the cauldron for a moment longer, as if communing with the spirits of the past. Then, turning back to Eirwen, she offered a gentle smile of reassurance. "Some say it was also owned by Circe, if one was to believe the stories. I acquired it because it's far too dangerous to rest in mortal lands once gods stopped walking amongst them." She hesitated for a beat, her head tilting to the side in curiosity. " May I ask, are you interested in this cauldron?"

Eirwen blinked, once, twice, then thrice in utter surprise as she witnessed her own name pronounced by Amaterasu. She did not expect the sun goddess to remember her name, as they only crossed paths once, and she did not belong to the Japanese pantheon. 

Her astonishment eventually shifted into admiration and affection toward Amaterasu, her smile grew wider and brighter as an indication of her joy. “I’m happy that you still remember me.”

As Amaterasu elaborated to her the ancient cauldron’s origin, Eirwen listened with her whole heart and mind, even though her eyes could not lift off the artefact sitting peacefully behind the display glass. Maybe her senses were getting confused by the different divine energies that were lingering on every inch of the museum’s walls, or maybe there was something about the cauldron that kept calling her. 

The demigoddess only shifted her gaze back to Amaterasu once she uttered Circe’s name. Once again, Eirwen’s eyes went rounder, her mouth slightly agape, this time with more realisation than surprise. While she did not dare to jump to any conclusions, and she did register that the cauldron may bring dangers to the non-god, Eirwen could not help having a feeling that was close to coming home. 

“Circe is my mother, Amaterasu-ssama,” Eirwen started after she managed to put her excitement somewhat under control. “Once when I was five, she came to me in a dream, telling me that I am one of her daughters, and that my destiny is linked to potion making. She showed me the cauldron she used, and told me that if I could find that cauldron and use it, I could speed up the brewing process, the potions would be of their ultimate quality, and they may last as long as time would allow them to.”

She could not help turning her head to look at the cauldron once again, quietly summoning all the will in her to keep her feet still on the ground and not coming closer to that artefact. Turning back to Amaterasu, Eirwen tried her luck. “I know it could be dangerous, but may I…touch that cauldron, just once, please?”

#potion threads; #w/ Amaterasu; #museum tour; #amaterasuxmp;

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Esther smiled at the other. She provided a quick head nod. She had been through the park several times so far, and as she chose to eat out more than in, she had frequented the stall quite a bit. Whether the other would enjoy it, she could only find out. However, she was hopeful. "No problem." She states warmly, and once she knows that the other is ready to go, the demigoddess moved her arms behind her back as she started walking into the direction of the stall. "I tend to spend a lot of time in the park. It's rather pretty. So far, no matter the season, there is either something to do or some sight to see." Circe? That sounded familiar. A goddess likely in a story she read during her college studies. Though she was rather curious to know more of the powers, she chose to let that happen down the future. "Wow! I've been to the bakery a few times. I have not been let down yet!" She praises warmly. "I am a musician for Noonas. I play most nights, so if you are ever planning to make a reservation, try to aim for then so you can see me." Esther offered her a light smile. Nothing beat yummy food and her music together. That was a fact. "Are you new to the island?"

Eirwen listened to the other demigoddess with a light smile on her face, as she could see that Esther was, at least temporarily, released from the grip of her own misery. 

“You’ve just made me realize that I should come here more often,” Eirwen commented, matching her pace with that of her new friend. “I’ve been walking past this place several times, but rarely spend time here, either because I’m too caught up with things or don’t have enough energy for it.” 

What Eirwen had read about  Skuld in mythology got her curious, yet it may not be the best time to ask one of the goddess’ demigod daughters about her. As Esther had just recovered from an emotional breakdown, Eirwen assumed it would be better to keep their conversation light-hearted.

“Thank you, I’m glad that you’ve got good experiences at Black Forest.” She responded with a bright smile, her words may appear to be over-professional, but Eirwen’s joy was genuine. “May I ask which products of the bakery are your favourite?” 

Her eyes opened slightly rounder in nice surprise as Esther revealed her occupation and workplace. Despite not showing up at many musical events, Eirwen enjoyed music, and she had grown deep respect and appreciation for singers and performers. “That’s so cool! When I find a chance to come to Noona, I’ll definitely check with the restaurant to catch your performance!”

Eirwen noticed just now that they had gone out of the park and got on the way leading to the night market. The streets were moderately busy, most stores were still open, and she realized it had been a while since the last time she went out at this time of the day. It was a rather inexplicable feeling, but it was not bad at all, especially when she got a new companion. 

“Hmmm, if we’re talking about how long I’ve stayed here, then I’m not really new anymore,” she explained to Esther, finding it slightly embarrassing to admit. “But if you mean my experiences on this island, then yeah, I’m still new to it. I’ve spent most of my time at the bakery and in my apartment, quite boring, I know.” 

She quickly scanned over the surroundings, gazing at the blinking neon signs of the stores, before a question came to her mind. She turned to look at Esther, asking. “What are some interesting things you’ve noticed about this island so far?”

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜

Esther had been sitting outside on one of the benches. She had a lot on her mind lately. Where she thought she had finally been coming out of a funk, the joy she had built up seemed to collapse in seconds. She could only save face for so long before she finally could no longer. And, seated in a place she thought she would be alone, she finally allowed herself to cry.

When the other sat beside her, she stared at the other with widened eyes. Tears stopped, only because she was immediately embarrassed that she was caught in her moment of weakness. "I--." She speaks, voice wavering as her lower lip quivered. It only took seconds for her sobs to come back. "I am sorry. I am fine. I promise."

#potion threads; #w/ Esther; #mpxesther;

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Circe (1911)

Oil on canvas

Beatrice Offor (1864–1920)

Bruce Castle Museum

Beatrice Offor is thought to have been a member of The Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn.

#{ musing }; #{ powerful god mother };

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prettiest ♡

#{ visual }; #{ magic is brewing };

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[...] "Mm... I agree. We can even try different spices combination depending it's for savoury or sugary things." He then clapped at her idea, immediately writing it down. "I like that ! I will look for models." He considered her suggestions, taping his pen against his lower lip. "A brown sugar milk tea flavored log with tapioca pearls would be great ! What about including the pearls in a crème brûlée insert ?" Taavi blushed as Eirwen mentioned the rain, turning away to look at the windows to hide the pink dust on his cheeks and ears. The young woman was aware of his parentage but he had never told her about his powers more clearly. "Hum yes... That's weird. Maybe Susanoo's in a bad mood ?" The rain was subduing but even him jumped at the violent lightning crossing the sky, its deafening noise resonating with his sudden upset mood.

Eiwen listened intently to Taavi’s response, trusting him to write down important points they discussed, since taking notes while engaging in conversation was not her strength. 

“Combining spices is great, maximum should be five ingredients I think, or else there could be conflict in the flavours, and we don’t want that, right?” As Taavi volunteered to seek models for the figure sugar decorations, Eirwen nodded her agreement, then waited for his feedback about her idea for the Christmas logs. When Taavi suggested adding tapioca pearls in the crème brûlée insert, Eirwen took a few seconds to think about it, then replied. 

“That sounds interesting, I guess we should make a brown sugar milk tea flavour log with pearls outside and inside first, and see if it works. And…” She paused to look at the bags of different tapioca flours on the kitchen island, then turned back to add to what she was saying. “I also think that the tapioca pearls in the cream should not be sweetened, and they should be slightly firmer and less chewy than the pearls on the log’s surface, just to balance the sweetness and make the bites a bit…crunchier, you know what I mean?” 

Eirwen had not paid that much attention to the rain outside, until she left a lighthearted comment about that, and suddenly Taavi seemed to avoid eye contact with her. She had heard Taavi introduce his god father, Huracan, and known that his supernatural ability was generally connected to storms and rain, which resembled part of Susanoo’s range of divine powers. 

Through conversations with Susanoo during his visits to the bakery, Eirwen learned that while the Japanese god’s mood did have a connection with the weather, he was in total control of its manifestation, meaning rains and storms would only come if he allowed them to. So far, the god only let that happen a few times, and the storms he had brought were as intense as his true anger was. 

Meanwhile, the rain outside was a lot more gentle. Once Taavi became shy, it ceased, and a crashing thunder immediately came to startle the light out of Eirwen. But that was a single lightning bolt, unlike the chains of lightning strikes that were Susanoo’s trademark homemade thunderstorms. 

Eirwen waited for her heartbeats to calm down and her mind finished the analysis to talk to Taavi again. “You know, I like that rain more than the downpours Susanoo-ssama created,” she smiled kindly at him, her voice remaining calm and reassuring as she subtly tested her hypothesis, “I wonder if the rain can somehow continue for a while, it’s actually nice to hear it in the background while we’re baking, don’t you think?”

#potion threads; #w/ Taavi; #mptaavi; #holidays baking;

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Tsukiko happily nodded. He was glad to meet more people who knew his home country and appreciated it. "Isn't it ?" he commented, smiling brightly. "I'm glad that you liked." She didn't have to worry about being too enthusiast, he would appreciate her words in any circumstance. "Do you also have a bakery over there?" He smiled back. It's nice that artisans want the best for their clients. And it's great to have the occasion to taste other fruits than the usual ones. Tsukiko was grateful that he was given time to look around, to understand what he was reading. It also was quite fortunate that they were alone for the moment, no one to lose patience behind him.   "Oh, I'm sorry but would it be ok to have two slices ?" Sundrop would surely love a little treat after his workday. Maybe he could cook some panang curry with tofu, that would make a delicious meal. "I sure will ! I'll let you know next time I come around. I'm already sure the bakery will be one of my favorite places on the island !"  Tsukiko looked up, following her movements. He remembered Dao telling him about the two boys living over the bakery. It seemed like a very nice place where to live at. "Yes, Taavi and Dao are both so nice They've been nothing but welcoming and you too so I thank you for that." He handed Eirwen his card to pay. "I'm really glad to get to know you ! My name's Tsukiko."

“At Bangkok? I’d opened a branch there just a few months before I moved here, it was a crazy time.”

Eirwen replied with a relaxed smile, deciding to keep the reason behind her moving to the island to herself for now.

As a baker, and as a demigoddess who had been witnessing humans’ cruelty, Eirwen had developed in herself a strong sense of patience. Everyone and everything should thrive at their own pace, as the right timing would bring the most desired results. One could rush for something they wanted, but often, those who hurried were not prepared to pay the price. So even if others were waiting, she would still let this customer take all the time he needed to choose what was best for him. 

“Of course, you can take as many slices as you want,” Eirwen confirmed, her friendly smile remained on her face as she grabbed the food tongs to take out one more slice of chocolate cake. She put it in a box of suitable size, and put that into the big paper bag, carefully placing the jars of many jam and candy in between the cake boxes so that it would be safe to carry.

She then responded to his compliment with genuine appreciation. “Thank you, I’m happy to know that you’ve had a good experience here with us.” 

Eirwen briefly looked up at the ceiling at the mention of her two tenants, then quickly shifted her eyes back to the demigod. She knew nothing about his past, although through his look, the way he carried himself, and the way he talked to her, Eirwen got a sense that this man must have gone through quite a lot. Yet, she did not take that as a reason for her kindness to him. “You’re a nice man, sir, the island always welcomes such good hearts like yours.” 

“Alright, two slices of chocolate cakes, one jar of mango jam, and one jar of mango gummy candy, that will be…24000 won in total.” She read him the total price, then politely took the card from him to pay. 

“Thank you so much,” she handed the card back to him, smiling brightly as she added. “I hope to see you again soon, Tsukiko.”

#potion threads; #w/ Tsukiko; #mptsukiko; #sugar spice and everything nice #[ let's start something new for them when we're ready? ] #[ thank you so much for this lovely thread <3 ]

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[...] His insides were about to burst from the overwhelming emotions that burdened him, but he realized he didn’t mind being held back longer. He couldn’t see, but he took his time to sit down on the chair she led him to, and felt her presence next to her. Was she leaning in closer? Perhaps not, but that was how it felt like, her curiosity and her longing for the moment to last longer was almost palpable in the air. He didn’t know who’d feel that way towards him. Maybe his unusual demeanor was just too obvious. Yes, that was it. He was too sensitive, after all. At her question, he had already expected it to be raised anytime soon, and had already written a nice, respectful script in his head to welcome it; something about never having visited this establishment prior. He was about to recite it, but what came out instead was— “I used to come here… almost every day. The owner would make blueberry pies, just for me.” Even until now, he hadn’t realized what he had done, and his gaze, although empty, felt like one could dive into it and fall for eternities and not reach its pit bottom. “But she’s no longer here. This place… it’s been empty until now.” When he came back to his senses, his eyes were already welling with sorrow, and any further he went, tears may just begin to form, and so at just the right moment, he shook out of it and sat a little straighter in his seat, his fingers rolling into a weak fist out of nervousness.

Eirwen found herself waiting in eagerness, like a child waiting to be read the final chapter of the intriguing story she was told the night before. 

There was so much expectation and anticipation going on, yet at the same time, she was not sure what to expect or anticipate. Just anything the god decided to tell her, she supposed, for his eyes went so deep and his aura shone so bright they perplexed her mind, making her doubt if she ever really understood any of the emotions, memories, and knowledge accumulated throughout her years of existence on this earth. That was something even a few encounters with Circe her mother did not get Eirwen to experience, making this entire situation scary, yet fascinating. Just any sneak peeks into who this god was would be a treasure she held close to her heart, Eirwen was sure, so when it happened, she appeared to absorb every single word he uttered. 

“Oh, so you’re a friend of goddess Psyche!” 

She concluded, shielding the tide of feeling she almost got caught in just by listening to his sharing. Why could she get this inwardly emotional, just because her guest’s emotions seemed to tiptoe beyond the serenity he was trying to maintain? She had seen people bawling their eyes out, thrashing around screaming, even losing their mind over the greatest of agony known to men, and none had stirred up a powerful emotional response in her. But this god and his small story over a long gone past effortlessly did. Eirwen wanted to freak out, but her curiosity for him remained dominant. 

Not wanting to push him to reveal his identity, Eirwen resumed talking with the tidbits she knew that related to the goddess, hoping that it would give him the space and time to calm down and regain his composure. 

“I learned about this bakery and got ownership of it thanks to a…good friend of mine, Giselle, she’s Psyche’s daughter,” she said, already taking a mental note to ask the demigoddess about this special guest to see if she knew any better about him. “It’s my honour to welcome you back here, sir. My team and I strive to keep the bakery’s good reputation, I can guarantee that the blueberry pies won’t disappoint you.” 

She looked into the magnificence of his eyes, and the prior emotional surge in her gradually subsided into something calmer and deeper, like a waterfall coming down and turning into a part of the river. The urge to have a conversation with him remained intact as she asked, “Are you running a business around this town, sir? Or are you a member of the city council?”

old place, new face

#potion threads; #w/ Tsukuyomi; #mpxtsukuyomi; #old place new face;

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Esther stared at the other with admiration. While Esther would have done exactly the same thing as the other woman, she knew that many would not. Esther did still feel embarrassment in the fact that she still cried over the end of her relationship despite how obvious it had been that she was the only one in love. Though, she knew time could help pass that. "Kindness, whether your choice or not, should always be rewarded. Truly, rewarded even more in my eyes when intentional." Esther smiled as the other placed her hand over hers. She had met several people on the island whom were kind, but she had very few yet that she could call a friend. Esther wanted the other woman to be that, more than anything. Nodding her head, she smiled at the other. "Yes. I'd like that. The market area is not far from here. I hear there is a very yummy street food stall in the area. Let it be my treat, please!" She speaks softly, though the speed of her words notate her excitement. "Oh! I don't think we had a chance yet to exchange names. Mine is Esther. I'm a child of Skuld."

A gentle smile bloomed on Eirwen’s lips, letting the other demigoddess’ comment about her act of kindness sink into her mind. 

While Eirwen did not associate with evilness (when it was unnecessary), she did not consider herself a genuinely kind soul either. There would be times when she chose indifference, other times something borderline cruelty, as long as it served a purpose justified to herself. It surprised Eirwen herself when she decided to take a seat next to this woeful demigoddess, offering her tissue and a shoulder to lean on. And now that it seemed a friendship had just sprouted between them, Eirwen found herself emotionally struggling to catch up with it. 

She had just made a friend on this island. It looked like she was helping the other demigoddess overcome her emotional breakdown, it was safe to say the other was helping her to recall how to form genuine connections with people, for whatever non-business reasons. 

“I should let you lead the way, I’m still not really familiar with the night market,” she admitted, at the same time recognizing how out of the loop she was with the world outside her bakery. She stood up from the bench, offering to help the other demigoddess to stand up with her. As Esther introduced herself, she naturally reciprocated, a friendly smile lived on her face. 

“I’m very pleased to make you acquaintance, Esther! I’m Eirwen, a descendant of Circe, and I’m running Black Forest bakery.”

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜

Esther had been sitting outside on one of the benches. She had a lot on her mind lately. Where she thought she had finally been coming out of a funk, the joy she had built up seemed to collapse in seconds. She could only save face for so long before she finally could no longer. And, seated in a place she thought she would be alone, she finally allowed herself to cry.

When the other sat beside her, she stared at the other with widened eyes. Tears stopped, only because she was immediately embarrassed that she was caught in her moment of weakness. "I--." She speaks, voice wavering as her lower lip quivered. It only took seconds for her sobs to come back. "I am sorry. I am fine. I promise."

#potion threads; #w/ Esther; #mpxesther; #[ here i am believing that i replied to this 10000 years ago T_T ] #[i'm terribly terribly sorry for the lateness T_T ]

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Since moving to the island of gods and their descendants, Eirwen had foreseen that it was just a matter of time for her to walk into the Phoenix library and museum. 

Draped in a tomato-red sweater, a long checked skirt, and dark brown leather boots that complimented her porcelain skin and auburn hair, the demigoddess suddenly found herself unexpectedly standing out from the surroundings. Still, she played along, ignoring the curious eyes as she walked down the hallway and admired the displayed artifacts. 

She took time to observe the ancient works, reading almost all the information tags and infographics she saw along the way, even though it would be impossible for her to remember them all. Naturally, Eirwen was particularly drawn to the Greek section, and there, she found something that she could not help staring at.

A cauldron of medium size, the tag said it was man-made and ancient, but it looked oddly new and intact, as if it was reserved by magic. It resembled the one she was using, but much more well-crafted and, for lack of a better word, more powerful.  

Curiously, Eirwen looked around to look for more explanation, and she soon found the one that she believed would have the answer. While Amaterasu may not remember her, they used to run into each other once at the council building, when Eirwen asked Amaterasu the way to the Greek office to register her residency.  

“Excuse me, Amaterasu-ssama,” she called the goddess with a soft, rather timid voice. A shy smile bloomed on her face when she looked at Amaterasu’s golden eyes, trying her best not to be too intimidated by the goddess’ aura. 

“Yes, uhm, so, I was looking at the Greek artifacts, and saw a cauldron, just over there,” she gestured at the cauldron displaced at the other end of the room, “I just wonder where it was found, and who found it, since, uhm, it looks not totally man-made, and I have a feeling that it’s much older than the info tag said it was.”

museum tour | open starter

open starter for any museum guest

As the museum's curator, Amaterasu spent years working to preserve and showcase the collection of artifacts related to sun worship and the cultures that worshipped different deities. Naturally, people would assume she would display those that related to sun deities in great prominence. But given the fact that she was not the only sun deity on the island, it would make more sense for her to display them alongside each pantheon.

Amaterasu walks through the exhibits, admiring the carefully curated displays that showcase the beauty and complexity of these ancient societies. She stop at one display, a collection of golden sun discs, each one intricately decorated with symbols and designs that tell a story of the people who created them, trying to see if there was anything amiss, when a voice called her attention.

She turns, dark hair falling over her shoulder, a smile already in place, golden eyes shining with welcome. "Hello, how can I help you today?"

#potion threads; #w/ Amaterasu; #amaterasuxmp; #museum tour; #[ here we go~ ]

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[...] "I'm fine ! I rested well for today" he answered, sipping on his own coffee. It was just like he loved it, with milk and sugar a hint of cinnamon. "You're welcome ! Tell me if you want more, I made enough in case we need to use some for our recipes." Taavi sketched a happy grin when the young woman noticed everything he had prepared already. It was his way to work, having everything he could need nearby. "Mm... Traditional pastries sounds good, with a festive twist maybe ? Would it be possible for you to add spices to the dough ? That would give a subtle taste to our regular treats. And of course, we can't avoid gingerbread cookies and what about Grittibänze ?" The young baker pondered for a moment, sipping on his coffee. "I think we need to do some Christmas logs, at least. Same model but different taste ?" Outdoor, a soft rain had started to fall over the bakery, a few lightnings crossing the sky, thunder resonating in the distance. Taavi was happy and excited, his mood reflected by the weather.

“That’s great to know, there’s no way we can function well with sleep deprivation, right?” Eirwen commented, her timbre was bright in excitement for today’s session. The scent of strong black coffee with little sugar permeated her mouth, giving her senses and mind an extra boost to breeze through the day, and as Taavi mentioned, she nodded in agreement. “It’s a smart move to have some extra coffee around, I’m quite confident that we will need it today.” Because no matter what season was out there, coffee would remain stable as many of their customers’ favourite flavour.

The demigoddess took another sip before setting the coffee cup aside, her eyes were fixed on the ingredients while she was listening to Taavi’s suggestions. It was not a rare sight to see around the bakery, Eirwen staring at the thin air, her whole body motionless as if she was in a light trance. That was just an indication of her being deep in thought, mulling over the information she got and waiting for her brain to sort them out. More often than not, the options her mind came up with were rather bizarre even to her standard. 

“Spices in dough is a must, yes, something that warms the body up, like allspice, cloves, ginger, garlic, cinnamon, and…Do we still have sage? That could go well with orange bread.” And there would always be a few drops of soothing potion, but Taavi did not have to know about that. 

She then turned her head to look at Taavi, her eyes became lively in eagerness as she spilt out the ideas that had just sprouted in her mind.

“Grittibänze is a great idea! How about adding sugar decorations to make them Santa Claus, Disney’s characters, or even the deities from all the pantheons? We can mix some spices in the gingerbreads too, kicking it up a notch like you said. And I’m thinking about adding fondue and tapioca pearls to the Christmas logs, how does that sound to you?”

Eirwen was partly aware of the change in the weather, yet she only looked out of the window when thunder’s rumbles started to get closer. "Hmm, this rain seem slightly...odd," she titled her head in question, still unaware of the cause.    

#potion threads; #w/ Taavi; #mptaavi; #holidays baking;

[eirwenxmp]

 [...] Another mango lover ! Sundrop would probably have to meet her at some point then.  "Really ? I'm from Thailand so tropical fruits are part of my daily life. They're so delicious !" Tsukiko grinned, patiently waiting as she disappeared to the back room. He took the time to look more into the delicious things displayed in the shop, from the exquisite cookies to the more elaborated cakes. He felt at ease there, in the warmth and the mouthwatering smell of baked goods.  The nurse looked at the two jars before him, their bright colors and the lovely packaging. Once again, he smiled at the young woman behind the counter. "I must say, I do appreciate that you don't use frozen fruits. I have nothing against frozen things but the fresh one always taste better." He pointed to the jars sitting between them. "I'll take those and, mmm..." Tsukiko turned towards the cakes' display again, examining each one, carefully reading the little labels that came with. Written Korean was a bit easier for him to understand but it still took him a few minutes and he turned to the young woman with an apologetic. "I'm sorry to take so much of your time. So, I'll have the chocolate and peanut butter cake." It looked absolutely scrumptious. "I've heard so much good things about the bakery and I see the praise was justified. I met Taavi at the Halloween's Ball just after my arrival here."

“Oh, you’re from Thailand? I spent around a year in Bangkok for business before moving here, it is a wonderful place, a tropical fruit heaven, I will say,” Eirwen replied with a reasonable amount of enthusiasm, so that it would not appear as if she was trying to win his favour while in fact, she was speaking her truth. 

The joyful smile came back on her face once the demigod seemed to like the mango gummy candy and jam. At his comment about using frozen fruits, Eirwen responded with a subtle pride. “I’m happy that you appreciate it. We guarantee to only use fresh, high-quality ingredients for our products while still keeping the prices reasonably affordable.” 

“Okay!” she exclaimed, about to take out a bag to put the jars in, but her action was stopped by the demigod’s pending choices. Eirwen by no means minded that, as she stood in silent with a welcoming smile, leaving her customer as much time as he needed to decide. 

 “That’s totally alright, I’m happy to assist you, ” she replied, again with honesty and hospitality. Quickly, she grabbed the food tongs, took out a piece of cake, and put it in a small cake box that had the bakery’s logo on it. “Here you are, one piece of chocolate and peanut butter cake! It’s a rising star of our bakery, I hope you’ll enjoy it.”

She put the jars and the box of cake in a paper bag that had the logo of the bakery on both faces, most of her attention remained on the demigod, listening intently to what he was saying. 

“Aaah, thank you so much for your compliment, I’m sure the whole staff team would be very happy to know that,” she responded, her smile and eyes brightened at the mention of Taavi. 

“It’s indeed a small world here, isn’t it? Taavi is the best baker we luckily have, such a sweet young man, and he’s living right above us, on the second floor of this bakery I mean,” she chuckled, briefly looking up and pointing her finger at the ceiling to demonstrate her words, then lowered her head to meet the demigod’s gaze again.

Eirwen would not ask for customers’ names unless it was for ordering purposes, but since he was Taavi’s friend, she found it reasonable to have a proper introduction. With a polite smile, she said. 

“I’m Eirwen, it’s very nice to welcome you here. May I know your name?”

#potion threads; #w/ tsukiko; #mptsukiko; #sugar spice and everything nice

[eirwenxmp]

[...] "Well, I will be announcing it on my social media. Do you think that I should account for more arrivals?" she asked, pondering the situation. She could see the excitement from the custom cake idea. "I think the emblem cake would be quite unique!" she exclaimed. Yura took the business card and nodded. "I'll email it to you. I think I have a high resolution from the designer who initially did it a few years ago," she said, nodding. "He was a classmate of mine in school and he did my intial designs. I would honestly never change anything of his. He did good work for me," she added. As the other girl listed off the menu, Yura nodded. "I think that would be quite appropriate. Oh, you probably need a name on the order: it's Seo Yura," she stated.

Eirwen stayed silent for a short while, her eyebrows came slightly closer to each other as she was pondering over the possibilities. “I’m actually in no rights to say how many customers will show up at your party,” she admitted with a soft smile, saying her honest thoughts, “but I would say better be over-prepared than sorry, so maybe leave space for at least fifty more?”

She nodded at her customer’s comment about the cake, affirming, “That would be very unique, if you ask me, since I guarantee that there is no cake look like that in the world.” 

“Thank you,” the demigoddess replied as the other confirmed to send the picture of her store’s emblem through email. She briefly looked away to note down that detail in her order, still listening intently to what her customer was saying. Her smile remained welcoming as she looked back at the other and commented. “Oh, that’s so sweet, he’s such a good friend to you! Do you think you can invite him to your party?” 

As her customer confirmed the pastries she would like to have for her party, Eirwen put a tick to the note. Before she could ask, the other demigoddess had already introduced her name, to which Eirwen smiled brightly while writing it down. 

“Your name sounds really lovely,” she said honestly, before asking Yura some final information for the order to be done.

“So, we still need your phone number, and when would you like to pick up your order. Usually, it will take us at least four or five days to finish big orders like yours, so I hope you don’t mind waiting,” Eirwen then added. “Oh, and if you would like your order to be delivered, then you can leave the location and time, and we will take care of the rest!”

Fashion and Cupcakes ||

#potion threads; #w/ Yura; #mpyura; #Fashion and Cupcakes;

[eirwenxmp]

[...] "Greeks..." She murmured, tapping her chin with interest as she listened to Eirwen's tale. "I suppose I should say I am not surprised, but rather, this is all quite shocking. A delightful surprise to find us all connected in some way like this of course." One of those half-smiles appear on her face. "Ahh, Giselle--my darling, don't tell her I told you but I am and will forever grateful to her. A weakness I care not to admit, but there it is. She's the reason why I managed to find my way here. And to meet so many old faces too." Karina gives a thoughtful sigh before meeting Eirwen's eyes once more. "It seems you're already well on your way to making a new life here, dear. But I wonder, will your past stay the past? Or will it find a way to breathe in this magical island?"

“Yeah, Greeks,” Eirwen echoed, her lips creased into an almost amused smirk. Way before discovering her divine heritage and moving to the island, she had learned the basics of Greek mythology, which made her less proud when knowing that she was a part of the family. To Karina’s utterance about the shocking truth that they were all children of gods, Eirwen chuckled. “I’d say that’s because birds of a feather flock together, no matter if the birds recognize that or not. Though, you haven’t told me from which pantheon you are, sakharok.”

The tails of her eyebrows lifted at Karina’s confession about Giselle, realizing that both she and the other ended up in Mount Phoenix thanks to the same familiar name. Taking another sip of green tea from her cup, she remarked. “It’s interesting that Giselle is both your and my savior in one way or another, isn’t it?” 

Caution was back to momentarily tint her face as Karina’s next question came up. However, from what the other demigoddess had said about her purpose of coming to the island, Eirwen guessed that they were likely to be on the same boat, both running from unwanted attention for some much-needed peace. With that thought, the daughter of Circe allowed herself to relax. She put the teacup down on the coffee table, leaned back for a more comfortable sitting position on the couch, her gaze on Karina grew warmer and more honest. 

“If the past leaves me alone, I’d very much like to stay this way, under the radar, my own business. But soon, you’ll realize how chaotic this island actually is, my dear. What I can do now is pray that there will be no big trouble, or that they will not find me too soon,” she paused for a few seconds, looking at Karina as if to search for something, then returned the question to her. “How about you? Are you still haunted by your past?”

#potion threads; #w/ Karina; #mpkarina; #blooming in chaos;

[eirwenxmp]

Despite being the owner of Black Forest and Andora bakery chain outside the island, Eirwen rarely thought about herself as a boss. Being an experienced baker herself, she preferred to be a mentor for interns and novice bakers, or in Taavi’s case, a colleague whom she would like to work with and learn from. 

They had worked on the bakery’s signature pastries together for a few big occasions throughout the year, and it was not an exception for the winter holidays and the upcoming spring. Eirwen was confident that today’s collaboration would be another success, having trust in Taavi’s baking skills and his ability to come up with interesting ideas for new recipes. 

As a ritual before coming into the laboratory, Eirwen tied her long hair up into a neat bun and washed her hands thoroughly. Routinely, she put on a toque that perfectly hid the hair bun, tied an apron around her petite toro, and covered her hands with a pair of cooking gloves. 

“Good morning, Taavi! I’ve never felt better, how are you doing today?” she greeted the baker with a friendly smile, using both hands to receive the cup of coffee from him. “Oh, you got me a coffee? Thank you so much, that’s so nice of you.” 

Carefully, she a sip from the cup, letting out a satisfied hum as her senses were blessed with the scent of hot coffee. She turned around to take a look at their workstation, her lips tugged up into a happy smile as she noticed how all the ingredients had already been put in their places, and all equipment was ready to be used. 

“Are we thinking of keeping the traditional pastries, but kicking them up a notch?” she turned to look at Taavi, wanting to make sure they got each other’s ideas for the holidays before getting into the details. “That, or do you want us to work on something extraordinary, one-of-a-kind that is not necessarily linked to winter season?” 

holidays baking | closed

for the best boss @eirwenxmp

Taavi was nervous. It wasn’t the first time he was going to work with Eirwen, of course, but the Holidays were such a big thing that he didn’t want to mess anything. He had settled at a working table, a bit away from the other bakers, books, notebooks and tablets open in front of him, waiting for his boss to arrive.

There was an array of ingredients too, from milk to sugar, eggs and floor and all the festive spices possible. Cinnamon, anise, nutmeg, ginger, cloves…Everything needed to bake the most delicious desserts and Viennese pastries. It was his favorite time of the year so he planned to make the best goods for the island’s residents.

The young Mayan also wanted to truly show his worth to Eirwen. She was one of the best in the profession and he truly admired her, always listening carefully and taking notes when she was explaining techniques or tastes’ balance. Her criticisms were constructive and she was there when he needed advices or reassurance.

And she had agreed for Dao and him to stay in the apartment above the bakery and it made her even more lovely in his eyes.

Taavi had prepared some coffee and was getting the mugs when the laboratory’s door opened and Eirwen came in. He smiled and waved a bit as she approached. "Hello !" he exclaimed, handing her her cup. "How are you today ? I can’t wait to work with you."

#potion threads; #w/ Taavi; #mptaavi; #holidays baking; #[ i'm so sorry for the delayed reply ] #[ and thank you so much for your patience <3 ]

[eirwenxmp]

The sudden touch against her lips brought Giselle to life. Perhaps that sounded a little too dramatic, but it was true in ways only Giselle would understand. Through that fleeting touch, so many moments shared between them flew by, mysteries and clues and secrets lingered between them always like thick, thick fog. The fog only cleared now, and this particular secret she would keep to herself for as long as she could. Eirwen had missed her, was happy to see her, and she couldn’t have received that message and clearer. She didn’t let that slip through, however, lips still pursed in a slight pucker and not doing more to escalate the kiss. When they pulled apart, her orbs shone with a kind of revelation, but expression remained cool and poised, a slight contrast to the other’s cheeky smirk. That wasn’t going to put Giselle off-guard, she insisted to herself. But she could give in to some demands, in exchange for those precious secrets she read, almost heard through their kiss. Without a word, she reached for her bags, eyes not once leaving her gaze, and waved them at her, an eyebrow raised in anticipation. “Well? Aren’t you going to show the way?”

That was a risky move, if not one of the most risky ones she had ever done. 

What got into her that triggered the asleep boldness? Eirwen asked herself, and Giselle’s name instantly came as the answer. What about Giselle that kept stirring up the wilder side in her every time their paths crossed? She did not have an easy answer this time, the sensation of Giselle’s lips on hers did not fade yet. 

Her emotionally distant side rushed in to protect her from the impact of the kiss they shared, but it seemed to be a bit late of an act. She feigned confidence and coolness with a cheeky smirk, conveniently ignoring the way her heartbeats sped up when their eyes locked. The happiness to see Giselle again, and now knowing that they were living under the same roof, remained genuine. 

“Follow me.”

She replied, girlboss demeanour made it sound like the world was her oyster. It was far from the truth, for most of the time she remembered, Giselle almost always got the upper hand. But for now, as she had just bent the other demigoddess into doing what she wanted, Eirwen allowed herself to be smug. 

After unlocking the door to her apartment, she stepped aside to let Giselle and her bags come in first. Her department was generally neat, giving off the vibe of the place of someone who had just moved in for a few days. Mr Mushy, her black cat, meowled lazily at the noises from somewhere in the apartment. Just like his owner, that cat only showed up when he was least expected. 

After gesturing for Giselle to put the bags on the kitchen island, Eirwen asked jokingly. “Before you continue sulking at me, would the princess like something to drink?”

sweet, sweet little lies

#potion threads; #w/ Giselle; #mpxgiselle; #sweet sweet little lies;