Reintroduction:
Kae: *A soft tinkling of rain hit the window pane and greets my ears. The somber skies above an indication that warm weather was giving way to the cool front blowing through.
The seasons were ever-changing. Summer days growing longer as Autumn golden and amber leaves turned before they fell below the branches of the tree. A myriad of colors at the base of gnarly trunks.
The warm air moving off to make way for chilly weather. The world being washed by nature.
A record spins in the background, something to match the mood of the day. Damp brunette locks, down, swishing across bare shoulders. Sea green plush towel wrapped around my torso and lower half, ankles crossed as I leaned against the window frame. Luna, my familiar, winds her white floof body along my crossed legs in a figure-eight movement. She greets me in her own way. She’d been getting fluffier with the weather change herself, winter coat growing in and making her look like a coon cat. I smile down on her, foot giving her a little rub.
I was enjoying the tranquility and wondering what the day would bring.
Business at Elements, my apothecary bookshop, below had slowly dwindled down. A change was on the horizon. Of that I was sure. Turning away from the gentle showers outside, my gaze wanders to the canvas still resting over the easel tucked in the corner.
With one outstretched slender arm, I picked up the brush and focused in a delicate swoosh, red sable brush dancing in a slow arcing sway across the taut fabric canvas. The beginnings of nothing really laid over the gesso lined linen.
I’d been lazily trying to begin something. Creativity had been lacking and I had missed the quieting of my mind when I’d sank into my art.
Things had been silent in the love department lately. A lightly snorted laugh filters free. The acoustic tones rising to the forefront, I spin on my bare feet, the tip of my brush dipped into a mason jar filled with swirling murky colors. The damp tip tapped against the edge of the threaded rim, a light tap causing the glass to sing. I smile down, ding ding dinging it three more times along with the glass lip.
It’d been too long since I’d traveled outside of Colorado. Most of the Coven had broken off and moved on years ago. I stayed close to the mountains.
I sway to the soft plucking of strings, a haunting crooning that reminded me of distant memories. The townhouse with Lily. The ouija session that unknowingly detoured our lives.
A pang hits behind my right pupil. Thinking back on all the misadventures we’d gone on.
The thin stem of the wine glass filled, not with the deep crimson of life, but that of Moscato. Sweet and soothing was what I needed at the end of the day. The glass stem rested between the webs of my slender fingers of my non-dominant hand, as the other focused on the painted canvas, the image becoming clearer with each dancing stroke it took. My gift presented a mere snapshot into what the future held.*
