an idle whim The seer leaned upon her broom as the chill night air invaded her aging joints. Soon she would need to look for the girl that would replace her, and convince her family to give her up. The seer refused to consider looking further ahead to see how many would follow before the oracle was lost to the world, no longer believed in, and thus no longer powerful. She knew that the faster she finished her task, the sooner she could retire to the warmer depths of the cave.an idle whim by ~AzarialOpOwen
But the pain was not a welcome companion, and so she worked slowly.
A whisper, a soft cough, a foot upon the stone. The seer turned, expecting a penitent upon the path--
"Oh,
Enjoying The Show 
s and your comments on my artwork. Your comments make my heart feel so warm. I am unable to stay sitting up long enough to write back to each one--I wanted you to know how much I appreciate you. Have a wonderful Christmas Day! 
Sta.sh
