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Drabble: Wizard
Mar. 17th, 2006 01:17 amMy teacher Named my life in four words. I hated him for it.
Before that, sprites lived in Mother's peonies--she abandoned the garden for drink, but they blossomed. if I called out in rhyme and didn't turn around, the Woodsinger would come and talk to me, so long as I never asked him a question. But I could ask the trees; their dancing leaves would lead me to the answer.
Until him. "Thalia, you're a Wizard." Then came his laws and equations and symbolism - structure, ritual, conformity. He didn't even ask.
The peonies stopped doing so well.
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Before that, sprites lived in Mother's peonies--she abandoned the garden for drink, but they blossomed. if I called out in rhyme and didn't turn around, the Woodsinger would come and talk to me, so long as I never asked him a question. But I could ask the trees; their dancing leaves would lead me to the answer.
Until him. "Thalia, you're a Wizard." Then came his laws and equations and symbolism - structure, ritual, conformity. He didn't even ask.
The peonies stopped doing so well.
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