The brewery was a whirlwind of activity. The air was thick with the fragrant scent of herbs and the bubbling sounds of potions brewing.
Marcella stood at the center, her focus locked on the glowing furnace as she carefully monitored the bubbling liquid in her cauldron.
Around her, Rosa, Freya, and Morrigan dashed about, grabbing bottles, chopping ingredients, and stirring smaller concoctions under Marcella's sharp instructions.
"More crushed valerian root, and don't let the heat drop below 300!" Marcella barked, not even glancing up as she expertly poured a glowing green liquid into a small flask.
Freya darted past Rosa, holding a handful of mint leaves. "Got it! Rosa, toss me the powdered quartz!"
Rosa turned, smirking. "I'm not your lackey, Freya."
"Less chatting, more moving!" Marcella interrupted.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!