#witch's queue

Eda’s thumb rolled gently over the screen of her phone, checking for about the seventh time to be absolutely certain.  She scrolled through the entire “L” section of her contacts, and checked the “N”s too since she was pretty sure her last name started with an N.

Nothing.

With a despondent sigh, the witch locked her phone and tucked it back away in her hair.  Her posture drooped forward, and she rested her head in her hands, eyes staring blankly ahead at the snow-laden surroundings from the bench she sat on.  Her mind was unable to drift away from her apprentice’s bright eyes and impossibly cheery smile.

Well, normally Eda was better about not being caught getting her “treasures” from someone’s trash bin.  Maybe she’d lingered a bit longer than usual because of how this home’s goods had intrigued her- lots of wiring and bits of metal, some plush stuffing...and most of it was wafting with a strong, sulfurous smell.  She couldn’t quite place a finger on it, and her appraisal of their wroth had taken more time than she anticipated.  So when she found herself eye-to-eye with the blonde girl who seemed to have heard something rifling around in the trash, she needed to give some kind of explanation- or at least find a way out.

There really was nothing quite like flying to Eda.  It was the ultimate physical form of freedom- coasting along hundreds of feet in the air, watching the world below in motion while she enjoyed the simplicity of a refreshing breeze through her hair.  She’d always used her staff to get around the Isles in such a manner, but here she had to rely on her magic to fly, which seemed to be the only magic she had been left access to.  Even if this method was a bit more strenuous on her, the view of this city’s skyline at sunset was something to behold.  She let her eyes drift across the people in the streets, the buildings below, their rooftops slowly growing larger, and closer, and...

Wait, was she falling?

“WhoooOOAAA-” Eda’s scream was cut off abruptly as she landed face-first on a rooftop.  The fall had been mercifully short, but that only told her the place she’d landed was rather high up.  She wagered that her magic had just run out for the day- another fun fact of life she had to deal with in this place- so chances were she’d be trapped here until she could fly again.

The atmosphere of the city late in the evening reminded Eda of the night market back home, which might’ve had her feeling nostalgic if she didn’t know how dangerous that place could be for someone who couldn’t defend herself.  She’d managed well enough on that lizard island without most of her magic, but sneaking around through a seedy area like this was territory she was more familiar with in a way that left her feeling less safe than she’d been upon her arrival.  At the very least she could give someone a good whack with the wooden pole they’d given her- no Owl Staff for sure, but it was better than being completely unarmed.

It did little for her nerves, however, and the slightest shuffle against concrete had her whirling around, pulling the hooded cloak she wore for the trip tighter around herself.

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The following is a review from a client I read for in January 2016 (I’m HELLA late posting this lol):

Was your reading accurate?: Yes