Carry On

[Tesla Wilde]

Lips too soft left teeth to pierce through plush and the familiar copper taste on her tongue, it was not the first time nor would it be the last that she would have to tend to cuts on them, only brought on by frustration in thought and in matched effort. For the most part by now Tesla ignored the injuries she caused through her academic vigour while she read through a published paper that for some time now she had a subscription for. While many things in the world she had once known were proven to be lies, closest to fool’s gold as could come and even insulting in many cases, she would never stop believing in the truth she would find in science and the slow process to prove studies as facts, even if people thought she was weird to do so in her new community. The focused witch sat amongst tall poplars and the tawas with the bright sun peaking through the leaves of trees just enough to allow her to read comfortably without the need for magic at the moment though she did love it wholeheartedly. She felt the idea of it still as thrilling as ever before but she didn’t know if using her wand frequently would burn it out like some muggle tools might have with constant use. The young girl had no true idea yet of how certain aspects worked but she figured that the more she knew about both, the more she would also understand magic. However, she had already learned not many appreciated this aspect so Tesla was glad to be alone in the middle of the forest. Though it was forbidden she could see no reason for this to be so, it gave her great peace just to be sitting there.