Cindor let out a long sigh as she carefully carried the large green bottle over to Silvar.
She crouched beside the unconscious white tiger and muttered, "Let this be your warning."
She tilted the bottle and forced the potion down his throat, then quickly jumped back, wings twitching nervously as if the taste might somehow reach her.
"…Never again," she said quietly.
Not far away, Dahlia was staring straight at Mersha, her expression tense and sharp.
"Alright," Dahlia said slowly, "how did you make that potion?"
She crossed her arms. "And don't dodge the question. What is its real effect?"
Mersha blinked, then smiled innocently. "It's actually pretty simple."
Dahlia's eyebrow twitched. "Nothing you do is ever simple."
Mersha laughed. "Okay, okay. It's a transformation-type elixir."
She gestured with her hands as she explained. "You know those potions that temporarily turn humans into beasts, right?"
Dahlia nodded. "Yeah. They imitate beasts, but they're crude and unstable."
