Today I'm putting up an excerpt from a high fantasy WIP titled Bridal Faire.
One, two, three, four, five bubbles. Adler threw the icy liquid squeezed from the northern El flower into the kettle. It foamed up emitting a cloud of lilac and the perfume of El flowers filled the room.
Success, finally! His last attempt had left the distillery stained from purple ooze that also had soaked through his garments to his skin. A few of his nether feathers were still tinged.
“Ahh, good job, my boy,” Master Jojie said from the safety of the hallway. “Come to me in the garden when you have finished with your potion. You have received two missives by messenger, one from your father and one from your mother.”
Sounds magical! :-) Love it so far.