Liscroft was a wicked witch, no one contested that. Whether she had the capacity to love as well
was a matter of great debate among those who heard of the most recent addition
to her household.
Liscroft had doubted her ability to love. Now she knew better. If love was sacrificing so that someone else
could have the very best, then she certainly loved. Setting traps at the edges of perfect meadows
and pinning the specimens in the perfect position as the dried were easy if
time consuming tasks. But coming up with
the perfect preservation spell had almost exceeded her abilities. One trial completely destroyed an entire
batch of specimens. But she kept
working; only the best would do. Finally
she got it right, a spell that used the power of the sun to preserve the
specimens in their full lifelike glory.
However, the twist in the devil’s tail was the second half of the spell,
using the light of the moon and stars to reveal the truth of the specimens as
they had been preserved.
Yes, she thought
as she watched the new mobile hang over her daughter’s cradle, I know love. She watched the skeletons of the pixies
slowly turn as a hint of a breeze caught the perfectly preserved gossamer wings.
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