Literature
Motherhood of Mages: Cleansing Breath
Fatima Nami was trying to unwind. She was not especially successful at it, but the effort had to be made. She had a large mug of her favorite tea and a large dish of crackers with homemade hummus, her mother’s recipe. it was nice, but did little to deal with the looming stress. There was a knock at her door. Fatima hoped dearly that it wasn’t another crisis in the making, as it had been the last time someone had knocked at an odd hour. Just in case, she invoked the simple telekinesis spell that she had bound into a bracelet and summoned a cricket bat to her hand, before making her way over to the door. “Who is it?” she called. “It’s Avery, open up.” Fatima sighed in relief and opened it up. Avery was there, dressed much more casually than usual in a somber grey tracksuit, and carrying a paper bag. “I brought my own wine,” they said. “I figured you wouldn't have any around." “You’re a sight for sore eyes, Aves,” said Fatima, relaxing. “Come on in, make yourself at home.” “Don’t mind if
