#iwilla

Tabitha was a big fan of birthdays. She wasn’t sure where it came from, but she’d always loved celebrating the people in her life. Willa had mentioned a few weeks ago that their birthday was coming up, and since then Tabitha had been preparing. Usually she would make a custom, handmade gift for any birthday, something like a quilt or clothing, but even she couldn’t do that in less than a month. Instead she’d touched up an old embroidery she’d done of John, since Willa’s familiar was also a magpie. But she’d made the time to make a cake, and a paper crown, and she had plenty of decorations she’d made over the years.

On the morning of Willa’s birthday, Tabitha waited until a time she thought they’d be awake to head over to their apartment. She arrived laden with bags and boxes, and had to juggle them a moment before she could knock. When Willa opened the door, Tabitha was ready with a smile. “Happy birthday! I need to put some things down before I can give you a hug.”