Scrya went into the lab after Voyage had gone.
She was so used to using ponies...
"Well! It's time for change!" she said to Ib, who squeaked back to her.
She looked at the ingredients around her.
"Hmm..a humuculi....but what kind?" she asked her insect-like friend.
She gathered ingredients around her.
"Dog tooth for loyalty, cinnamon for personality, a dash of snake scales, a white Lotus, and a drop...of Merryweather juice." She said, tossing and during them into an empty cauldron.
"Needs color...How about...an essence of white roses? And some red rubies..." she said, the concoction turning a bright fizzy green.
"And now," she said, grabbing a chunk of iron, "te finishing touch."
She murmured softly, dropping the iron in the alchemy soup.
"Rise ny sweet...Rise..." She said, as a form started taking shape.