Oh to have enough money..
'Oh to have enough money...or to know what to do with any of this.'
I look around at all of the ingredients, being as bitter as I am with my mother, I still remember how skilled she was with potions. I wish for her skill one day...but wishing may be useless. I see Belladonna, Asphodel's, not only do I look at them while knowing they have magic in them, but I see their beauty. The beauty of the familiar flowers, bringing back fuzzy memories of when I was young and naive, when I still saw my mother in the eyes of a child with rose tinted glasses, when I still saw her as sweet and caring...not the selfish person she turned out to be. It's been so long since I've seen them. So long since I've seen anything magical, as my step-mother does not allow me to use magic at all.
I move onto other plants, feeling them, some are dried and crisp, others are waxy and smooth. Dozens of scents fill my nose as I continue through the store, some are spicy, others sweet, or bitter. I look at the people around me, I see mostly old people, not many people as young as me spend much time in here, I suppose.
I don't buy anything, after all, what would I do with them? Plus, I don't have the money to spare.
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ive never dont a IC post so heres my first try!! Sorry if it's short, ive noticed a lot of rp posts are longer.
I look around at all of the ingredients, being as bitter as I am with my mother, I still remember how skilled she was with potions. I wish for her skill one day...but wishing may be useless. I see Belladonna, Asphodel's, not only do I look at them while knowing they have magic in them, but I see their beauty. The beauty of the familiar flowers, bringing back fuzzy memories of when I was young and naive, when I still saw my mother in the eyes of a child with rose tinted glasses, when I still saw her as sweet and caring...not the selfish person she turned out to be. It's been so long since I've seen them. So long since I've seen anything magical, as my step-mother does not allow me to use magic at all.
I move onto other plants, feeling them, some are dried and crisp, others are waxy and smooth. Dozens of scents fill my nose as I continue through the store, some are spicy, others sweet, or bitter. I look at the people around me, I see mostly old people, not many people as young as me spend much time in here, I suppose.
I don't buy anything, after all, what would I do with them? Plus, I don't have the money to spare.
"With age comes wisdom, but sometimes age comes alone." - Oscar Wilde
Lyra Nobilis K.