In defeat, Sadira buried her face into her hands, looking at the ancient writing through narrowed fingers. She might have been the last witch of the Sand ( and not a bad one ), but countless and countless of times she found her spells having unexpected flaws no instructions mentioned - there was a growl of frustration. The spell proved to be useless, and the scroll of manuscript was returned to the shelf. This time, farther in back. Luckily, there were still options to go through - but what if none of them worked? She didn’t want to be doomed in loneliness for the rest of her life. She wanted to share her life with someone. In her unfortunate life, there was one in ages to show her kindness.
Aladdin... Please, you understood me. In lack of company, she muttered to walls of the witches’ sand pit she now called home.
❝ Oh... Why can’t Aladdin notice how much I do for him...? ❞ Even if it meant scrapping her plans, to show him she was ready to do ANYTHING - maybe these obstacles were a test. Maybe, Sadira was required patience, and prove she was serious. Just as the saying goes: Good comes to those who wait. But Sadira was getting impatient. Just what kind of spell couldn’t be broken by a mere kiss? Did it even exist? || @mczenrath
