She ran her fingers across the tapestry lightly, the silk threads cool beneath the touch; the still images dancing to life in her mind’s eye.
This is a strong lifeline, she nodded absently, with practiced steps guiding her. Fabric slipped through her fingers, a small gap breaking the otherwise uninterrupted sensation.
Horses. A farm. This one will grow up to be a fine farmer…
Measured steps stopped suddenly. She frowned to herself. A suitor, coming to call… a fairy tale romance for all to see… First the cutting remarks behind closed doors, then the well placed beatings no one would find. Outwardly the perfect couple…
*SNAP*
The thread broken; harmony restored.
A self satisfied smirk graced her lips, albeit briefly.
“What are you doing over there?” patronized one of her two companions, “Ruining a beautiful tapestry.”
She sniffed in disdain, “Our job, and yours not to question.” Muttered oaths traveled further away as she stroked the silk lovingly, the magic thrumming happily now up her arm.
“You’re free, little bird,” she smiled to herself. “Fly, and show me what you can do…”
