Nothing like a cup of tea... (open)

[livesarejuststories]

It really isn't a difficult endeavour. She has access enough to money when she needs it, and favours are always good to trade. So, with incentive and materials offered, witches can always be found to brew potions.

And Lagertha has them brewed then dried. The dry ingredients go into a tin and a few pouches. From there, she only needs to put a little of the mixture or a single pouch into either loose leaf tea or into store containers of it.

Just a season's greetings from the Other Realm.

And perhaps a little bit of a reminder to the Night Council that fae do not take well to being ignored when the time for invitations to be sent comes.

Puppy love: Tea brewed with this mixture in it causes innocent, harmless attraction, very much a 'crush.' It lasts for about a week, depending on how much tea was consumed, but it generally only manifests with mild nervousness, some daydreams, and other such symptoms.

True lust: This effect is far more carnal. The sex driver of the drinker increases dramatically with a single association as a focal point. Reckless behaviour is noticeably more likely, and such things as climbing a wall to gain (welcomed) entry is extremely possible.

Only you: The darkest of the displays of attraction, this causes those under its influence to need to possess the object of their desire. Mind, body, and soul are all yearned for. Those who fall under its sway are prone to stalking, aggressively chasing away perceived rivals, and possibly even resulting in violence against others or the object of their "affection."

Generally, the object of devotion, in any case, is the first person seen or interacted with after having consumed the laced tea.


(This log is for any and all who wish to participate in the plot, but reactions to the tea do not have to be in this post. If there are questions, feel free to ask them here!)

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[reticence]

One of your own, he says, and Faolan glances aside at the other man, momentarily startled out of his mood at the reveal. Uncertain whether he should be sliding into another chair himself or whether he's better hovering on the edge of the table as he is. He chooses the latter if only because it gives him a better vantage point of their conversation. And because it will be a lot easier to defend himself like this than if he were to settle.

The story doesn't matter though. He needs to get himself to focus. They were tracking -- her? Is she the one they were after? She is fae. Who's to say she couldn't have done it then? There's only one way to find out. Perhaps it's the magic still in his system that has him acting so erratically, perhaps it's Faolan's own nature that has him simply blurting out, "Did you do it?"

[livesarejuststories]

"Please, both of you," she says, motioning to the chairs.

At Faolan's question, she turns her head and cants her head. "Did I do what? Send the imposter fae? Certainly not. That is just... It's dishonest. I value honesty, especially with mortals."

What foolishness they agree to is on their own heads. She is always honest. If not always entirely clear, but that's their own fault for making assumptions.

[knightscode]

The way she says 'mortals' indicates he is right, but the rest is... interesting. Valuing honesty is... not a fae trait he's familiar with. Unless she's simply casually referring to the way they can't lie, not directly, and making it into some sort of personal trait they should be impressed by.

"Then you might be able to help us," Lancelot says, and fishes around in his pocket before dumping a clear plastic bag with tea in it onto the table.

"We're hoping to find out who had a hand in this."

It could very well not be her, but at this point any fae lead is better than none at all. If she can even rule herself out or point them in the right direction he'll take it.

[reticence]

Faolan casts a glance aside at Lancelot at her invitation for him to take a seat, before he takes it, but only just. Perched just on the edge of the chair and ready for flight or fight, should either be necessary in their encounter here. Recognizing the tea in the bag that the other man has produced before them, he looks to the woman for any sort of a reaction that might suggest she knows what it is.

"We know that it is fae magic behind the spell," he presses.