[h2][color=a2d39c]Lexaja[/color][/h2]
[b]The slums, late evening[/b]



 Dizzy. She felt so... dizzy. Slowly she forced her eyes back into focus. [i]Dizzy[/i]. Focused again she took a deep breath and continued washing out her appliances. The deal she had landed was rather helpful for her. A local substance merchant had opted to give her a room to work, under the condition that she provided him with a stimulant called rainbow cinder. 

Rainbow cinder was a very potent stimulant, leaving the user with a wonderful extended or altered sensual perception. She had heard an user tell her he could smell touches - something she definitely could not comprehend. Seeing colours or hearing them was as likely. And it was wonderfully addictive because of this. The issue of rainbow cinder was another one: It was hard to produce. Pure rainbow cinder was not too detrimental for one's health. The production process produced vapours leading to a rather potent high. Most alchemists would mix different additives in during production, which reduced the vapours but made the end product less pure and more dangerous.

Lexaja had other ways. She just took the high, which was a lot lighter than it would be for other people. She finished scrubbing the basin. [i]Dizzy[/i]. She focused her eyes again, put the basin aside and took up the dish containing the cinder. She just needed to fill it into something she could close. 

Dizzy. Her hands nearly slipped from the dish, she just grabbed it more firmly and slowly shook the cinder into a clay flask. A rather big one for the purpose of clean rainbow cinder. When her exes tilted back to focus some of the mother-of-pearl coloured, shimmering powder was on the work bench. She sighed and scooped it back into the dish, than concentrated to get it into the flask. [i]Dizzy again.[/i]

Slowly she put the flask at the agreed position in the room. She held onto the wall for a second, jerked herself up. Just the bench... Dizzy. she nearly fell over her bag on the ground and just grinned. Oh shit she needed to be done here, it would still get worse. She wiped down the surfaces and then opened the door.

Lexaja liked the idea of taking in a deep breath of fresh air. She took a deep breath and started coughing. The makeshift laboratory was in the slums and hell the slums were not the place for a breath of fresh air. She new the foul smell lingering, but she forgot. She gagged for a few moments, then closed the door and strolled onto the streets. Slightly swaying. Humming. 

The voices whispered again. The slums were a horrible place for a medium. Never silent. She grinned and waved at a figure - that was not there. She did not care and just went onto her merry way.

Her first destination would be a place with cleaner water. Salt water. She wanted to cook something that needed salt water and a port city may also hold some other beings or plants that could be useful. 

[i]Dizzy...[/i] The first shock of "fresh air" had cleared and her mind turned again to also make her world turn for a while. Maybe she should just stumble into a tavern... it would most likely be safer.