The person I wish I could be.

Twinkle

Leah has many things about her, habits and quirks of sorts. They make her.

The magic. The outer barrier around her house that can tell the intentions of someone arriving. Whether their intentions are hostile or not, it's all to often that something evil comes through that gate.

It's also a habit of Leah's to create a tiny snow storm in the palm of her hand, swirling round tiny snowflakes just for them to melt when they touch her skin. Leah's magic is unlevelled in power. She doesn't know it yet, but it is.

The light of the fire lighting up her face as she reads a novel in her armchair, the sound of rain hitting her stained glass window. The smell of a cinnamon and orange candle burning on the mantle piece.

The spark in her eye as she wanders past her tiny brass fox, it guards her kitchen window sill. Watches her as she bakes endlessly to pass the time.

It's Leah's little twinkles that makes Leah who she is. It's who she wants to be and who she is, she develops new little habits and loses old ones. It's how things are now.