Anissa, good morning to you! If you don't mind me asking, what was your first manifestation of magic moment?
good morning, anon! of course i don’t mind, you can ask anything. ;)
now about this story.
at the opposite end from my house in our village was a small cornfield with many poplars growing behind it. my mama kept saying, "Nissy, don't go there," but her arguments were never convincing enough. or maybe i was just too stubborn back then.
so one hot summer day, when mama fell asleep on my bed with a book in her hands, i just climbed out the open window and walked in the direction of that field. barefoot, because my little childish brain didn't think to put on shoes, even though they were on the porch outside.
beyond the cornfield was a thicket of grass, with a thin layer of white fluff from poplars on top. it seemed like a good idea to fall into this fluff like snow, but it turned out that the ground under the grass was quite hard. but i still lay there in the shade of the poplars, looking up at the sky and listening to the crickets. after a couple of hours had passed, i decided to go home so as not to piss off my mama, because i didn't want to hear anyone yell at me at all. because i didn't do anything wrong. yet.
so i got up from the ground and started trying to shake the fluff off my clothes and hair. it was damn difficult, because the fluff stuck to everything! at one point, i got so sick of it that i wanted it all to just disappear. and it did. just not the way i planned. A second later, all the fluff caught fire. the fluff on my body flared up and went out, but the one on the grass was quickly approaching the corn with a line of fire. i was completely unprepared for this, so i decided to run home as fast as i could.
do i need to say that mama and the neighbors yelled at me in the evening because the cornfield burned to the ground? no, you probably already figured it out.
