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@mochiyuki
“May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks.”
44 okur puanı
Şubat 2024 tarihinde katıldı
Okuma Hedefleri
I smoothed my hair down and dusted off the wrinkled bustle of my skirt, discovering that I was covered in yellow rose petals.
“Well,” said Xavier, “I suppose I didn’t need to help you up. You rose all by yourself.”
My magic might not listen to me often, but it was mine. Mine to fear, but also mine to control.
Large, peach-colored begonias bloomed in the tangled curls of my hair. One by one, I tore them out and tossed them to the floor.
Begonias, I thought. A warning of evil to come.
Okur Takip Önerileri
“Yes. Any emotion fuels one’s power. If a magician does not honor a feeling, their magic can get too strong. The stronger the magic, the harder it is to control.”
Every time a tear fell, plants bloomed up from between the floorboards. Before long, I was kneeling in a carpet of flowers.
Artemisia—I miss you.
Marigolds—I grieve for you.
Purple hyacinths—I’m so sorry.