An ornate and gold-edged book, of which inside are secrets even she doesn't know or understand. But tucked all through it are leaflets of paper, as if she'd rather not write in the book its self. Except on the first empty page of the book is written in exquisite, flowing penmanship her full name. ~ Lavender Cecelia Morgan.
Tuesday, 26 November 2019
So many see me as a confident, mighty enchantress, and while yes I am strong in the magical arts I've learned.. no one sees the shy girl I once was...the girl I still am. I may have grown use to crowds now, no longer do I run from places that have more then five or six people like I did in my initiate days, no more am I the girl who would bow out of conversation without speaking when surrounded by too many. I've grown. But, a part of me is still very private and longs for someone I can go home to, someone who knows the flashy, mighty side of being a powerful enchantress is not who I am. Someone calm, confident in their own self worth and place. Who could be the calm I can find when the world seems like a raging storm around me.
