Charlie turned up the speakers, letting the music wash over her as she worked. Where that morning had been dedicated to studying each of the twenty-four Seithark runes, it was now time for her to breathe life into her own. Writing out her intentions, marking out repeating letters, and combining what remained into a single bindrune. She couldn't explain it, but somehow the music seemed to help guide her hand. And with each new completion of her rune, her hand tingled; she could feel the energies coursing through her.
After nearly an hour of successfully replicating that sensation, it suddenly stopped. Frustrated, she tried turning off the music, tried turning it to something else, and even getting up to clear her head for a second before sitting back down. No matter what she did, that little tingle of magic just wouldn't come back. Odd, she noted -- the tingling still coursed through her arms, but stopped at her wrists...
Huffing a sigh, she turned off the music and slumped in her chair. Now it was just because she couldn't focus. Deciding it best to go outside and take a walk, she left everything inside. But instead of clearing her head out in the clear, country air, she found she had some mail.
A very peculiar stuck out of her mailbox. She wasn't expecting a package, and as far as she knew her stepmom hadn't ordered her anything.
Charlie unfolded the note attached to the package.
Dear Charlie
This Saturday, we're all getting together for the Flower Festival.
If you can find a partner, you might want to participate in the dance yourself!
There's a little clearing beyond the forest west of town where we hold the dance.
The event begins at noon and lasts until five.
I've enclosed the traditional festival attire for you to wear. Hope to see you there!
-Mayor George
Charlie involuntarily shuddered as she remembered the hideous white dresses all the adults wore during the festival in her youth. Hoping beyond hope the equally hideous white lump on her bed was not what she thought it was, she nearly cried as she held it up. Ruffled shoulders, unflattering cut, itchy lace trim, and a long blue ribbon around the waist. Yup—it was the same dress. She crinkled her nose at the dingy stains left over from the last person unfortunate enough to be stuffed into that abomination.
There was no way in the she was wearing this. She folded the dress back up and stuffed it back into the package, planning to drop it off at George's house later that day.
But first, runes.
The tingle returned with renewed vigor as Charlie drew it from memory on a new sheet of paper. It was only a beginner's bindrune for prosperity and luck, but she felt particularly attached to it for some reason. Maybe she should fold one up and keep it with her... Erde knew she needed something to help her.
Her phone buzzed and she picked it up to check the new text.
Griff: u coming over to work on our costumes today?
Griff: iggy has some concept sketches
Charlie: idk maybe?
Charlie: What time?
Griff: 3 if he ever stops training and gets his visit with queen bitch outta the way
Charlie: He's training?
Griff: yeah been working on his magic
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Ephemeral Reverie #1 - The Silence Between
FantastikCharlie's lost a lot in the years since her father's death. Returning to Miner's Cove where it happened might just help give the closure she needs, and help her ease into the family job. The only problem is that she never received training. With the...
