Granny Nat.
Aug. 6th, 2005 12:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
actionreactionI don't really remember writing this. It's not slash if that's what you were looking for. For those of you who were hoping for something besides slash for once, here you go.
The day dawned perfectly: bright, sunny, and clear, barely a cloud in the sky.
"Such nasty weather we've been having," Granny muttered, clanking pots and pans and various cauldrons. Something was already bubbling in the cauldron in the fire pit, but whether it was breakfast or a potion to cure warts, [or induce them for that matter] none could tell. It was still cooking.
Then again, even finished one couldn't tell the difference between one of Granny Nat's homemade meals or one of her potions. Everything came out looking the same: thick, green and slimy. It was the taste that was so striking. Each concoction had a distinctly different disgusting, according to Granny, flavor, like candied apples, or sweet yams, or worst of all, chocolate. How anyone could stomach such vile tastes was beyond her. And yet everyone lined up for her potions.
She was even nice enough to warn about the terrible side effects, but no one seemed to care. No one seemed to mind clear skin, long fingernails or eyelashes, or the odd eye-color changing effect one potion had. That one actually sold the best. It was for this reason Granny Nat could not fathom the people of Little Spittle.
No, I have no idea where I'm going with this.
The day dawned perfectly: bright, sunny, and clear, barely a cloud in the sky.
"Such nasty weather we've been having," Granny muttered, clanking pots and pans and various cauldrons. Something was already bubbling in the cauldron in the fire pit, but whether it was breakfast or a potion to cure warts, [or induce them for that matter] none could tell. It was still cooking.
Then again, even finished one couldn't tell the difference between one of Granny Nat's homemade meals or one of her potions. Everything came out looking the same: thick, green and slimy. It was the taste that was so striking. Each concoction had a distinctly different disgusting, according to Granny, flavor, like candied apples, or sweet yams, or worst of all, chocolate. How anyone could stomach such vile tastes was beyond her. And yet everyone lined up for her potions.
She was even nice enough to warn about the terrible side effects, but no one seemed to care. No one seemed to mind clear skin, long fingernails or eyelashes, or the odd eye-color changing effect one potion had. That one actually sold the best. It was for this reason Granny Nat could not fathom the people of Little Spittle.
No, I have no idea where I'm going with this.