Hannah knew full well that you do not choose a familiar, it chooses you, bonding with you in a way no other creature can.

she stood in the brilliant light she sometimes found herself yearning for the dark green of the forest where ferns turned black in the frost.

a master at the Nameless Art.

Who she truly was, she kept secret, a stone she had swallowed, those talents and traits she had inherited from the nameless women who had come before her.

This was true magic, the making and unmaking of the world with paper and ink.

There were those in the county known to practice the Nameless Art, spells and rituals handed down through the generations by cunning folk who knew more than most. These women understood the mysterious nature of medicine and love

She knew how to walk in the shadows so she wouldn’t shine in the darkness. No one looked at her twice.

Adrie

Abracadabra, I create as I speak, taken from the even earlier Aramaic chant, Avra kadavra, It will be created in my words.