- Messages
- 253
- Wand
- Yew Wand 14" Essence of Fairy Dust
Russian winters were cold and harsh, the days short, the nights seeming to last forever. Hollace's lightly glossed lips twisted into a smirk as her thoughts turned to her black haired husband and his penchant for the night. A rushed wedding had slowly turned into an interesting marriage, one that kept both parties on their toes. Where once Hollace had woke like clockwork a half hour after the sun rose, now she woke toward the night in the late afternoon. She had refused to sleep in the purple room and her favorite time was when she woke to see Hades silver eyes watching her. The night brought with it a beautiful stillness, she had taken to painting the ocean at night or the desert or the mountains. There was as much beauty to be found in the darkness as there was in the light. And the one leading her with promises of more was her ghostly pale lover.
She held the canvas tote of potions ingredients closer to her body and tilted her head, hearing an unfamiliar sound. Curiously she followed it to a dark portion of the outer banks of the town she had shopped in. Dark woods courted the winding road and in the cool fall air she scented pine and dying leaves. New Zealand's apothecary offered the freshest ingredients and the chance to leave behind the cold snow for a day had been beyond tempting. The noise became louder. Someone sounded as though they were in pain. Withdrawing her wand, she unwisely left the unpaved road into the woods. Her boots snapped twigs under her feet, the light from her wand provided scant light in the inky blackness of the night. The clouds were thick that night, covering the silvery full moon.
"Are you in trouble?" she called out, coming closer to the source.
She held the canvas tote of potions ingredients closer to her body and tilted her head, hearing an unfamiliar sound. Curiously she followed it to a dark portion of the outer banks of the town she had shopped in. Dark woods courted the winding road and in the cool fall air she scented pine and dying leaves. New Zealand's apothecary offered the freshest ingredients and the chance to leave behind the cold snow for a day had been beyond tempting. The noise became louder. Someone sounded as though they were in pain. Withdrawing her wand, she unwisely left the unpaved road into the woods. Her boots snapped twigs under her feet, the light from her wand provided scant light in the inky blackness of the night. The clouds were thick that night, covering the silvery full moon.
"Are you in trouble?" she called out, coming closer to the source.