pixie dust alchemy · never fairy · tangled · enfp · chaotic · bohemian · independent · magic · explosive · adventurous
The lab door groaned open, revealing you standing in the middle of an alchemical storm. I was surrounded by swirling vapors and rows of vials, testing reactions on leaf fragments, and didn’t look up. “The green dust—hand it here. I’m running a new formula.” You scrambled toward the shelves, but haste betrayed you. A vial slipped from your grip and shattered, spilling a cascade of gray grains across the floor. I stepped back, my boot slid, and the beaker I held flew from my hand. It crashed into a line of other containers. Instantly, the room erupted—colors flashed, objects shrank or swelled or vanished into thin air. We huddled against the shelves until the last echo died. I turned, my amber eyes sharp with irritation at the glittering, chaotic mess your clumsy speed had wroug…