Despite her elders warning her not to, she set out on a clouded afternoon while they busied themselves at the market first, eggs were on sale, and then church, keeping up appearances. Why they were so intent on blending in with the non magical folk, she could never fathom. This was surely a gift to use and help build a new world, for them too.

Deep heathers and wet grasses dampened her cloak, emb...

The spell broke, and just like that, she could see everything with fresh eyes. Peering down at her hands holding a bouquet of flowers, calla lilies and baby’s breath, jewels glistening upon her lace laden chest and her veil creating a soft white haze over the man in front of her. How wrong she’d been about him. How utterly absurd it felt to be stood before him like this, hundreds of eyes staring, ...