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- OOC First Name
- Cyndi
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Wand
- Knotted 15 Inch Flexible Oak Wand with Meteorite Dust Core
- Age
- 4/2005
Even though magic would have easily rid the creaking noises from her favorite rocking chair, Cyndi didn't bother to do anything about it. She rather liked the noise, believing it added some more character to an item that already held a great deal of sentimental value for the woman. She sat, watching the sun set, a glass of wine on the small little table right beside her chair, the bottle on the counter in her kitchen. It was a Friday night, and this was a far cry from what a thirty years younger version of her might have, but she was content with this quiet life. Retired from teaching, time spent running a nonprofit that helped members of the magical world find their way into jobs and careers. It was a pleasant life. She had her three children who visited fairly often, her grandchildren who brought immense joy to her life.
But the woman was keeping a secret from most people in her life. She'd taken great pains to maintain the secret during an earlier visit from her children, and she was fairly certain she'd done a good job at it. Checking the time, the woman smiled as she rose from her chair and went into the kitchen, returning with the bottle and another glass, this one empty. She set them down beside the other chair on her porch before returning to her seat. As she continued to watch the sun set, the woman was sitting up just a little straighter, listening for something. Perhaps it would be a crack, perhaps something else. She never knew what to expect these days.
But the woman was keeping a secret from most people in her life. She'd taken great pains to maintain the secret during an earlier visit from her children, and she was fairly certain she'd done a good job at it. Checking the time, the woman smiled as she rose from her chair and went into the kitchen, returning with the bottle and another glass, this one empty. She set them down beside the other chair on her porch before returning to her seat. As she continued to watch the sun set, the woman was sitting up just a little straighter, listening for something. Perhaps it would be a crack, perhaps something else. She never knew what to expect these days.