Myra, or Siter Alcible, as was better known around the temple she worked, held her breath, and started to recite the five prayers of patiance in her mind. "I understand, sister Frensiska, that nightshade is extremeley poisonious, but if you will look at the label you will see that it was counteracted wih Shirearch and cocao, and boiled. I think you would agree that this is a most excellent anti-poison. After all, it is your mother's recipie, isn't it?" Myra managed to maintain a straight and calm tone of voice, and smiled to herself.
Myra was sad to go. She didn't want to leave. Non now. But it was time to test her control even more. Happy as she was, she did not belong here. She could not heal. She talked quietly with the head nun, and departed. As soon as she was out of sight, she flew off.