Vaile

Mavis

Mavis sat at the oak stool next to the desk to match. In front of her was an array of witchcraft items, including red candles, various jars of powders, and a plethora of silver trinkets. In the center was a large silver bowl filled with water. She murmured a Latin incantation and waved her pale hand over the bowl. The face of an aging woman appeared over the bowl.

She had eyes that when the light hit them, they turned a haunting shade of gold, lined with thick black kohl. Her hair was the color of Nightshade berries, and she wore a swirling black gown, with peacock feathers lining the collar. Her skin was a ghostly white, with the slightest tinge of a shimmering violet beneath.

Mavis shrieked and spilled the water all over her own simple dress. Quickly, fearfully, she packed up her sorcery items into a small knapsack and stashed them in the secret compartment beneath the floorboards of the barn. Why had her "parents" never told her she was the daughter of the most powerful witch in Vaile. Then again, her "parents" didn't even know she inherited the gift of ancient medieval black magick.

Hi Ivv. I'm just in a witch-story mood.