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Blaize woke up, rubbing her eyes to adjust to the light streaming through her many windows. Due to all of the plants she kept in her home the place slowly turned into a greenhouse. Now began her morning ritual of lighting her lavender scented incense and watering the plants. She pet her black cat named Cinder before walking to the sink to fill up her watering can to begin her day of making sure they are properly cared for. While she simply could mix up a magic potion to revive her dead plants, she would much rather keep them alive and happy always, they had energy of course. She hummed a simple tune as she made her rounds across her house, watering the plants who were brightly colored as usual. Finally she reached her favorite plant, the snake vine, she talked to it softly as she watered and pruned it carefully, this was her favorite part of her day after all.
After all of her plants were taken care of, it was time to take care of herself. She braided her long bushy hair into two braids and carefully applied her makeup. It was a simple look, but it made her feel more confident when going out to forage for ingredients for her potions. After all of her selfcare was taken care of, she headed into the kitchen to feed her cat and then herself. She fixed herself a bowl of oats after placing wet food down for Cinder. After the oats were heated up, she headed out to her front porch to eat. It was decently warm outside, but there was a slight breeze that cooled it down to the right temperature and made it rather comfortable. She picked up the book that was left on the side table next to the little couch and read as she ate her breakfast.
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Odessa hadn't fallen asleep yet, and she wasn't sure that she was going to at this point. She sighed as she looked into the mirror, her hair was crazy and her eyebags had gotten even darker. This had become her new normal, spending all her time studying the dark arts and watching the townspeople. She had gotten rather paranoid after the betrayal and she would rather never sleep than let it happen again. She shuffled into the kitchen and warmed up the leftover roast from the night before, not feeling like doing much else. She hated that she felt like this, but she felt the need to be prepared if the humans came back again. That day she had never seen so much loss, pain, and suffering, but she got through it. She huffed as she settled into the couch with a book on the dark arts, she ate slowly as she read over the spells she had been trying to perfect for the last few days.
Her powers were spellcasting, and she was so powerful that she didn't need a wand as a conduit for her magic. She had found out she was magical when she was one hundred years old, which is ten in human years, when she was so mad she cast a chair across the room. As soon as she found out her parents little secret, she began to be disgusted with how they would betray their own kind to fit in with what the humans called normal. However, something she just learned of was summoning a familiar. A familiar was someone she could always trust and she needed nothing more than someone who would undoubtably be on her team. She had never done this before and had no one to coach her on how to so she would have to trust her instincts. She took in a deep breath and focused on what she needed, she needed a guard, someone as serious as she was, someone she could trust and tell her secrets to. All she could do was hope this would summon her familiar.