Teryl's Tales of Whim~It was hard to pick the right spell to wear. A sparkle that smells of berries, or a sheen that commands respect? Perhaps a mist that whispers...
"I can't decide what vibe I want to give today," the witch whined.
His rabbit familiar glanced up from her hay, "Aren't you just going out for milk?"
The witch nodded, "Yes. I must make the right impression."
"The crackle of cereal and a gentle dawn glow?"
"Perfect!"
"Thank me in treats."
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