Morwen
Après moi, le déluge.
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Keldra stirred her big black pot full of hot, steaming soup. Some witches might be coming by her cave today, and she didn't want them to go away hungry. She had let it be known all through the land that a new coven was forming, that any female witches who wanted to join ought to come by her cave and "apply" -- if that was the right word for the peculiar series of questions, challenges, and tests she had prepared. An evil smirk crossed her face.
Then for the tenth time she ran over and checked her appearance in the mirror, for she wanted to make a good impression. Wanted to look desirable and authoritative at the same time, after all she was supposed to be the leader. Sort of as a joke she was wearing a big floppy black witch hat, that was her authority. And as for desirable, well who cold argue with her tawny brown hair, falling down in curls to her creamy shoulders and neatly framing her elfin little face, with its short upturned nose and big green eyes. Oh darling, she pouted at the mirror. But in case they missed it, her tight baby-tee and ultra mini (both black of course) would tell the story, let them know just what kind of coven they were getting into.
She went back over to her pot, stirring, waiting, grinning.
Then for the tenth time she ran over and checked her appearance in the mirror, for she wanted to make a good impression. Wanted to look desirable and authoritative at the same time, after all she was supposed to be the leader. Sort of as a joke she was wearing a big floppy black witch hat, that was her authority. And as for desirable, well who cold argue with her tawny brown hair, falling down in curls to her creamy shoulders and neatly framing her elfin little face, with its short upturned nose and big green eyes. Oh darling, she pouted at the mirror. But in case they missed it, her tight baby-tee and ultra mini (both black of course) would tell the story, let them know just what kind of coven they were getting into.
She went back over to her pot, stirring, waiting, grinning.