Every evening she walked right to the edge, then turned back to her comfortable home.
The edge called to her, tempted her, taunted her.
The edge whispered things to her, things that in the sunlight were clearly lies, but at night sounded different.
And yet, every evening she walked back to the edge.
Perhaps she was testing her resolve?
Perhaps she couldn’t see that the whispers were seeking to betray her?
Whatever she was thinking, we may never know.
Last night, the call was too much for her resolve, too much for her to deny.
She walked right up to the edge, under the rail, and beyond.
Beyond the yellow line.
Beyond the other side.
And disappeared into the darkness, never to be seen again.
Tonight, her daughter walked to the edge for the first time.
Root and Branch:
Roots: fowl, darkness, and tea
Branches: Traitor, Guardianship, and Untruths
The mirror is a curse, of course. But it is a mild one.
I carry it with the rest of my stage supplies, and check my makeup before I go on. Having done that, the glamour remains for at least a few hours, and my set is always a success.
With it, I’m memorable. Better than that, I have fans, and a decent chance at a recording contract.
Without it, I’m not so sure.
I could always abandon it. I suspect that is how I came to possess it, actually. It’s previous owner abandoned it, and it arranged to be found by a suitable new owner.
Because while I may pretend to have free will, with that mirror in the picture, free will is nothing but an illusion.
Don’t get me wrong, it is an illusion I’m happy to preserve for now. But as sure as there’s tea in that pot, I can’t keep it forever.
Root and Branch:
Roots: Mirror, Music, and tea
Branches: Endurance, Free Will, and Certainty
Tea from the musical box
much like Popeye’s spinach can
for the time of three little knocks
brews the strength of three crazy young men
Again the River:
On a puddle of sage (#8dd3c7) are dealt
Music, window, tea, Temporary, and Strength
Luck is a limiting factor, which must be tamed by proper engineering. If left unchecked, and your creations are working by Luck alone, you have to worry about what will happen when Luck runs out to get a gallon of milk.
Luck is also fickle. If she catches you depending on her, she’ll back out and leave your gadget high and dry.
Worse, if she catches you flirting with Chance, you won’t know what hit you.
So avoid depending on Luck. Sit back and enjoy a proper cup of luke-warm tea.
And turn on that infinite improbability drive. If you dare!