super-cora: And on dark nights lit up from within by the cold light of stars and the full lit moon,
super-cora: And on dark nights lit up from within by the cold light of stars and the full lit moon, while others dreamt of sugarplum wine and christmas cheer, she kept vigil. She carefully made her lavender tea (with a dusting of cinnamon sugar and an incantation on top), and she sat by the window, with her candle and Cassius her cat. ‘You see, Cassius’ she whispered, as he began to purr at the mere sound of her voice, ‘it’s not that people can’t do their own magic, or weave their own spells, but that most would prefer to keep the mystery intact. That it come from some other source, outside themselves. And I, well, who am I to ruin a good fantasy, or a good source of income?’ she smiled in her tea. *art by Lady Viktoria on etsy* -- source link
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