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CHAPTERTHREE
Zelle
long-hair-dont-careposted:
I know, I know… two posts in one day! I'm spoiling you!
But, I mean… it kind of feels like you guys really, really missed me, huh? I feel like I owe you for two weeks of missed posts or something, haha!
Plus, alotof you have expressed worry over my condition, but I assure you, everything's great!
I'm sunbathing in the sunroom now. I'm fine. I promise. *crosses heart*
It feels…amazing.
Some of you guys have been asking me to like… describe how it feels to be away from the sun. I guess you guys aren't green witches, or you'd know.
But like, it feels like you're thirsty? And you're cold? And you can't ever find the right amount of blankets or drink enough water to be comfortable. It's really obnoxious and tiring.
And for me? It affects my powers. Or my access to them? I'm not really sure how it works. If someonedoesknow, and wants to try to explain in the comments, I can copy/paste your reply for everyone in a repost.
When I didn't have access to being outside, I can't quite access everything I need to do my thing, and it's super hard.
I had to do a lot of stuff by hand, which… Iknow. Wah-wah-wah, little baby can't do magic. But idk. The fact that I was tired out made it that much worse.
Long story short, I am HAPPY to be back and I'm happy to be outside again.
~~monday afternoon~~
My fingers thumped against my tablet's touch screen, tapping out the final few sentences of my post. I went back and took out a few of the statements that Mother might find passive aggressive and scheduled it to post later that afternoon. I'd already written and posted another post the second I'd sat down outside, so I didn't want to flood all my followers' inboxes with too many posts at once.
I wasn't about to make Mother upset again either. Not when I now knew what she was willing to do to ensure I learned my lesson. I wasn't ever going to be without nature again if I could help it.
I was nervous, my toe tapping as the beautiful sun shone in through the glass ceiling of my sunroom. I'd run out here just as soon as I could summon my bathing suit into my hands. I felt almost gluttonous, soaking up all these rays, but I didn't really care. Two weeks without fresh air had been the worst. I wasn't about to waste the gift I'd been given, now that I knew it could be taken away.
A fine sheen of sweat was gathering on my forehead so I glanced up at the roof, squinting a little to hone my powers enough to turn the crank hanging from the ceiling and open up the skylights to let more fresh air into the room.
There were three evenly spaced skylights along the ceiling and I felt the relief of a cool breeze the second they were fully opened.
When I was a child, I'd sometimes daydream about climbing out through one of those openings. But my daydream-self never fully figured out what I'd do once there. Usually, I'd just put my arms out to the side and fly away.
But I knew that wasn't a possibility. Not without flight training. And also, the entire tower would explode into a ball of arcane fire if there was ever less than one human inside, so that definitely put a damper on my fun.
I didn't know how the building knew, but it did. And I wasn't about to test anything Mother said. Especially not after what happened with my blog. It was in my best interest to follow her rules.
I glanced over at the glass wall opposite me. I could see the tops of fluffy clouds. I could faintly hear the sound of traffic on the roads below.
I could see a plane as it descended towards the airport.
Even if I was able to squeeze out of those skylights, the only thing to do would be to come back inside. It wasn't worth the energy to try.
I looked back down at my tablet, tapping the refresh button on the page.
It seemed I'd no sooner submitted my first post than I already had a few comments.
Four, to be exact. Three from my guys and one from some anon. Rifyr, Kinden, and Sorrel had wasted no time in reaching out.
Basil usually rolled his eyes whenever he heard me call them 'my guys'.Hecalled them my boyfriends. Usually under his breath as he was leaving the room. He was only half-teasing about that, too.
