Mage's heart

A mage's beauty

   The girl was beautiful. Soft, brown skin; dark green eyes; curls framing her face perfectly. She wore sunflowers in her hair and she carried a small,green frog on her head. She wore a yellow silk dress, which laid beautifully over her soft body. She carried a black cat in her basket, among other things.
    
     "Excuse me, may I hold it? '' her voice was filled with an excitement unlike any other Dana had heard before. Her eyes lit up with anticipation as a smile spread across her face.
   
      "Wha-" Dana was dumbfounded, either by the girl's beauty or the unanticipated request, she was not sure of which one.
   
      "Your snake, can I hold it?" A curious expression painted across her face as she asked the question.
    
     "Uh. Yea sure! His name is Hebi, he's a ball pythons,  she's my familiar actually. I-," Dana cut herself off realizing she was rambling. She forced herself to look at something, anything, and her eyes landed on a......frog? The same frog that had been on the girl's head
     
     Dana had made eye contact with a small, green, green frog. It was no larger than her hand and had the biggest eyes she'd ever seen.
    
     " That's Pipa, and this is Slade," she said while pulling another frog from out of her basket. This one was bigger than the other, with brown spots. She placed the frog in Dana's hand, their hands touching for just a moment. Dana's heart skipped a beat.

     What the hell was that? The place where their hands had touched left a tingling sensation on Dana's skin. The sensation then traveled down to her stomach, making it twist and turn. Lastly, it made its way up to her cheeks, forcing her to hold back a smile. She had to focus on something else, anything else. Something right in front of her.
    
      The sensation of the frog in her hand was a strange one. The skin was slimy, yet smooth, and unexpectedly cold. Dana could feel its skin expand and detract as it breathed in the air around it. Its glassy eyes stared back at hers as if they had some sort of connection she wasn't aware of.
  
     " I've never seen a snake quite as beautiful as this one," the girl's voice took Dana out of her trance. Hebi had found her way onto the girl's head, twisting and coiling through her hair."I've never seen a woman quite as beautiful as you, either."
    
     Dana choked. She choked at the sound of these words that came from this girl's mouth. No one had ever called her beautiful before. People used other words: scary, hag, but most of all, they used witch. They weren't far off, she was a mage, white mage or healer, to be specific. But 'witch' was one of the old words, used in a time when people were at war with each other. When people wanted to rip each others throats out at the sight of each other, when the people were divided. There was no use for these words as this was a new time, a new age, a brand new beginning.
   
     Dana's eyes began to tear at the foreign kindness. Dana lifted her head with teary eyes and dragged them up the girl's body to her face. Their eyes locked and a sad smile spread across her face.
   
      "You truly are a beauty," the girl whispered. Her voice was so soft and quiet, Dana almost convinced herself that she had imagined it.
     
     The girl placed Hebi in Dana's hand and put her Slade back in her basket. She began to walk away, leaving Dana there alone in the middle of the market. Leaving her there with her snake in her hand, tears running down her face. She then came to a realization.
    
     "Hey!" Dana called out, voice hoarse and throat hurting." I didn-"
     
     "Check your left hand," the girl called back, huge smile on her face. Just as she said that a slight stinging sensation developed on Dana's hand, creating a scar in the shape of a word or, rather a name.
    
     Michelle.

    "If you were a novel, you'd be an adventure of sadness and happiness and love lost in between."
                 -Courtney Peppernell, Pillow Thoughts