She felt the air flowing between her fingers, almost like silk, as she sung her spells. Where most mages learned bits and pieces of all kinds of magic, she had always felt an affinity for air-related magics. Likewise, the element of air seemed to feel an affinity for her, as it bent itself so easily to her will if she sang it pretty songs. She could do with it what she wanted, with only one exception.
Focusing again, she tried a faster, more energetic song this time.
Still, her feet remained firmly planted on the ground.
She'd always be a songbird unable to fly.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
KurzgeschichtenMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
