Mirabel pulls open the curtain to the shady tent. Its shady interior is only lit with an assortment of candles and baubles emitting a magical light. Despite its meager outward appearance, the interior holds within it a set of equipment that rivals even a more established witch’s study.  “I was curious I could not lie. My mentor was a reflection witch, so I wasn’t easily impressed by some cheap parlour tricks. But there was something about it. Something about those words that drew me like a moth to a flame.” She glances around the tent until her eyes land on a robed figure and her deck of cards which she shuffles with ominous determination. “Good.” the woman says with squeaky age rasped voice. “It is wise not to mute one’s mind to the murmurs of fate. To not stray blindly into the dark.” She continues as the candlelight shines upon her robes and that are adorned by a silver. She grins. Like the night sky, her robes frame her long pale muzzle peeking from withing the dark covers of her hood, and she opens her mouth again and continues: “So, I ask you again, young witch. Care to witness what lies in the path of stars? To listen to the whispers of the Star Mother and what she has woven in the endless bed of night?”
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2 thoughts on “Home Cauldron Page 30

  1. How coincidental, I just had a scam call today from an ‘astrologer’ that supposedly knows everything about me..or at least what they bought from the databrokers. It was fun for awhile though, and it kept him from calling anyone else while I let him keep talking while I was playing solitare. I couldn’t understand half of what he was going on about except for the ‘push 1’ part. Why do they all have such thick indian accents and get so mad when you keep them on the phone for too long ? 🙂
    Really nice artwork, thanks for starting it up again.

    1. That’s quite the event, I can imagine the rage haha :D!
      But in earnest, thank you 🙂 I always look forward to your comments ^v^

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