Mortal Coils (An Elastic Halloween Story)It's always a bit of a downer, going from September to October.
The most obvious change is the absolutism of the weather; you hardly get any of the fluke hot days that you would get the month prior, and you reach a point where you stop checking the weather altogether before heading outside. Without really making a decision at all, you’ve accepted that the distance between the last warm, sunny day and the next is now a matter of months away.
But while cold weather may have its fair share of thickly-bundled, rosy-cheeked fans, there are very few people who enjoy the the darkness that comes with the changing of seasons.
For those of us that live far enough to the North, few things sting more than a day that for all intents and purposes begins and ends in the dark. Waking up before the sun rises to beat traffic is only made worse by not returning until after it sets. You don’t necessarily gain or lose any time available to you, but the effect is still there- the day is over, an
Malleable MagicAmidst the bubbling of cauldrons processing magical materials, the hissing of pipes as they moved magic fluid around the workshop, and patter of mini golem feet diligently carrying objects from one place to another, the witch sat at her desk, pouring over the mountain of research notes laying before her. Despite the general noise of her workshop running at full capacity, the most noticeable sound was the rhythmic tapping of her boots under her dark purple gown. That, and the sudden loud, frustrated shriek followed by the rapid crumpling of paper. After releasing a dejected sigh, she reached under her desk to grab a new piece of paper while dipping her quill into its inkwell. When the quill came up dry, a loud *thunk* could be heard as the witch's head hit the desk in defeat.
On the shelf directly next to the desk, a small, round blue bottle quivered slightly in response to the witch's face desk. After a brief moment, a figure slowly began to emerge out of the bottle's narrow opening. A