Wands and paws

~ Pause before paws. Seriously vexed, and about to hex.

Relax. I might have the right accessories but my wand's been a chew toy for my dog. Yes, you read that right.

I'm allergic to cats, for your information. At least that's what I have been told. People have been lying to me my whole life, even I cannot discern the truth in the lies.

Every single space I move in, I'm surrounded my magic. Petite trees made with Jade and copper, a "Budstone" (not kidding - I'm not sure these people still make them. Do some online shopping. If you find them I need the whole forest 😉).

What is pawing my mind? Why do all these things still smell good? As far as I am aware colours have never had a smell before. Sudden synesthesia ?

Synesthesia: "a fancy name for when you experience one of your senses through another." ~ WebMD

That's where I stopped reading. It seems there's a whole secret society of MD's out to wreck my new found power. Always wondered about how far their reach extends. Now, thanks to Google I know. Right into the pit of my stomach. (Yes, I know you're more worried about the world, but this is personal! How dare they?)

I know stories. I guess that's when you know you're really a Woman In Total Control of Herself. See what I did there, I know what you read. Its truly amazing how we can just shorten the alphabet and still make sense of it. Well, I hope you can. I can always devote a whole page to that alone, but why be dull?

Besides, being a woman in total control of her craft, I can live with.

No, mine is still broken.

I smell a short story coming. Let's hope something still works.

Temptress.

In the small, secluded town of Edenglow, nestled amidst a shroud of ancient woods, lived a young witch named Elara.

She was an enigma, a tempest of contrasts that stirred unease among the townsfolk. Her raven hair cascaded like midnight silk down her back, and her eyes held secrets deeper than the abyss. Some whispered that she was touched by darkness, while others believed her to be a harbinger of forgotten magics.

On a drizzling evening, when the sky bled shades of purple and orange, Elara's world collided with the extraordinary. Restless in her cottage, she sensed a melody in the rain's rhythm that only she could hear. She stepped onto her porch, the damp wood creaking beneath her, and inhaled the petrichor-laden air.

As the raindrops kissed her skin, a sensation enveloped her, one she could only describe as tasting gold.

A shiver danced down her spine as she closed her eyes, allowing herself to be consumed by the sensation. It was as though the very essence of wealth coursed through her veins, an alchemical melding of the tangible and the ethereal. A whisper of forbidden knowledge danced in the back of her mind, tempting her to seize hold of that which puzzled her.

Days turned to weeks, and the townsfolk grew wary of Elara's behavior. She was seen wandering the woods, and skulking on the corners of pavements. Her wild laughter mingling with the rustling leaves. Rumors escalated – tales of midnight rituals and stolen glances at the moon.

It was the evening when she emerged from the forest, her clothes adorned with dew and her eyes gleaming like a feral creature's, that Edenglow's apprehension reached its limit.

The market square buzzed with speculation as Elara strode through, her gaze focused on a point beyond the realm of the mundane. A young girl, no older than ten, approached her, and asked, her voice a tentative whisper. "Miss Elara, is it true you can taste gold?"

Elara's lips curled into a smile. "Would you like to know, child?"

The girl nodded, her curiosity overpowering caution.

Elara leaned in, her voice a mere breath. "Close your eyes, sweet one, and breathe in the rain. Imagine the scent of a rainbow, a tapestry of colors woven into the air." The girl obeyed, her small frame trembling as she inhaled deeply.

"Now," Elara whispered, "focus on that taste, that sensation of something precious and unattainable. "A hush descended upon the square as the girl's eyes snapped open, pupils dilated like a predator's. Her gaze locked onto a vendor's stall, upon which lay a handful of glistening coins.

With a swiftness that belied her age, the girl snatched the coins and fled, disappearing into the maze-like alleys.

Elara's smile deepened, and for a moment, she seemed both ethereal and haunting, a creature of both light and shadow. The townsfolk exchanged wary glances, their fears now manifesting as truths. Rain continued to fall, a soft symphony against the backdrop of their collective unease.

Their town had forever changed. Now there remained a town divided between awe and terror, caught in the orbit of a young witch who had tasted gold and smelled a rainbow.

In the midst of it all, Elara stood, a cipher wrapped in enigma, a living embodiment of the town's own duality.

A tin - heart of a new sprawling metropolis.

⨔Fin.

~ Remember my friends nothing shines as bright as your soul. Let's hope you remember it is worth more than gold. More precious than any riches you'll ever see OR taste.

Resigner 💜

As always keep on moving forward, but avoid being led by the nose.

#justmoveforward

🪝Keep on reading. We might be weird and wired, but we're never alone. Besides, Red's about to wake.