Redness briefly filled Xenn’s sitting room. The redness dissipated and revealed a small bluewood table before the Kirrie-person. On the table, a minuscule vat sat over a tiny flame that flickered a myriad of colors. The transparent vat was not much larger than a tavern mug. Little rivulets of gray smoke rose from the tiny vat and produced light similar to the rays of the gray sun.
The Kirrie-person said, “Behold the Seventh Vessel.”
Unseen hands poured small quantities of liquids in the order lavender, uncolored, yellow, red, and green. The fluid in the vessel effervesced with the addition of the liquids. After the green liquid was added, unseen hands dropped ripened enhancing root tubers into the mixture. White, then yellow, red, green, and finally gray smoke briefly rose from the little vessel. When the gray smoke cleared, the fluid within the Seventh Vessel was perfectly clear.
She picked up the Seventh Vessel and said, “This is the Seventh Nectar. Drink it. Trust me, it’ll quench your thirst. You’ll feel stronger.”
The Spellweaver took the simple cup, turned it to his lips, and drank the Seventh Nectar. Xenn felt a force ripping at the very fabric of his essence. The Spellweaver briefly disappeared and sensed cold…nothingness? Xenn reappeared, and then changed in color in the order translucent, brilliant yellow, red, green, snow-white, gray, and finally to an ever so faintly green tinged yellow-orange color.
Xenn asked, “Why am I greenish? You are Kirrie!”
She answered, “Part of the plan, Spellweaver. I’ve got to be going.”
The matron placed a blue tile on the floor and stepped onto it. Blueness flashed through the treehouse and the she-Drelve, Seventh Vessel, bluewood table, and blue tile disappeared. Words appeared in Xenn’s mind.
“I give you my blood through which you will receive all you seek. You in turn give to me your all.”
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