Username: kanadensis
Name: Joanna (Asha)
Gender: female
Occupation: Asha is a witch who lives on her own in a forest outside of a small town. She mostly does spellwork for herself, but occasionally crafts potions and the like for the townsfolk to make ends meet. The gardens surrounding her small cottage help sustain her, and what she can’t use she ends up taking to the market once or twice a month to sell. Overall she's rather self-sufficient, and doesn't like spending too much time around non-magic folk if she doesn't have to.
How do they feel about flowers and why?: {852 word 1st person narrative, 2 art pieces}
Won't you come see my flowers? I'd like them to meet you.
My garden is something of a special place to me, it means more to me than probably any garden does to any other witch. You see, spirit flows through it. Yes, spirit - and not the good kind either! He’s a naughty old boy...but I digress. You asked why my flowers meant so much to me, yes? Well allow me to explain.
Life can get lonely for a witch; living alone, far from the hum and drum of the cities (spirits hate the cities), only seeing others if they happen to stumble upon your cottage - storybook stuff. Anyway, one might not realize the absolutely lack of men in your life when you take up witchcraft. Now I’m not saying there aren’t any male witches (but if there are please do send them my way), I’m just saying I’ve never met one I’ve liked! Who wants to live with a gal who talks to themself anyway? And to their plants? And to the trees? And to the birds- You see where I’m going with this. So I was lonely and wanted a companion, is that too much to ask for? Apparently the spirits thought so!
It took me weeks to gather the components for his summoning, some of the stuff I hadn’t even heard of before: bat ears, spider toes (who even know spiders had toes??!), fairy dust - and let me tell you, for the amount of dust those pipsqueaks produce they sure as heck are protective of it! I was beginning to fear what would come of all this in the end, but I’m not a gal who gives up, oh no. I waited until a new moon in spring, followed every step exactly as my grandmother had written (she had tons of spells to summon things, the spooky old crone), and put the rest in the spirits’ hands. To my surprise, it worked! I had summoned, in my garden, the most fearsome, mischievous, evil, handsome, gorgeous, adorable young man I had ever laid my eyes on. Sure he was a demon, but that made him all the more alluring, don’t you think?
He was the wittiest, sweetest, most perfect companion I could have wished for. I decided that Chasmodeus wasn’t a very becoming name for handsome young man like himself, and renamed him Charles. Finally I had someone I could spend my days with! Unfortunately the honeymoon stage for Charles and I ended fairly quickly. You see, demons - while being devilishly handsome and smart - had the propensity for making mischief. And evil, they were also evil (but hey, we all have our vices). While Charles spent his days with me, his nighttime adventures were getting a little out of hand. Now don’t think I didn’t tell him to stay home, I did! But sometimes he just had trouble controlling his demonic urges, it was understandable! I started hearing disturbing news from the surrounding villages - church bells ringing in the middle of the night, livestock being slaughtered with no animals in sight, blood flowing from the fountains - nothing serious, so I honestly thought they were overreacting. But as things usually go with non-magic folk, they were not very understanding. In fact, they caused me quite a bit of grief with their visits! So with a heavy heart - and to avoid the inevitable torches and pitchforks at my door - I had to send my darling Charles home. And this is where things got tricky.
You see, once a demon has left the underworld, they don’t exactly want to go back - Charles particularly. He loved the perks of this world - tea, biscuits, sunsets, lemonade, me (swoon!), and most of all my flower garden. Boy, I would have never imagined how much a demon could love flowers, but Charles could spend hours in my garden inspecting and tending to my glorious plant children (I imagine there weren’t many flowers in the underworld, right?). It was one of the things I loved about him! What I’m trying to get at here is I just couldn't send the sweet boy home! So after much deliberation I came up with the perfect plan - I would trap him in my garden.
Now trap is a strong word, but it was an entrapment spell that I used. Charles was none the wiser, or else I’m sure he would've run off into the woods and it would’ve taken me days to find him. And so, just as easily as I had summoned him (yes, it took a heck of a lot of preparation!), I trapped my sweet demon into my garden. Let’s just say it took plenty of apologizing from me and a long time for him to get used to it, but soon enough I was being greeted with blooming roses every morning! Don’t get me wrong, he’s still as mischievous as ever, and he doesn’t like visitors very much (he once dropped a hive of bees on the mayor’s head when he came to thank me for ridding them of the demon), but he is and forever will be my sweet Charles.
And that, my dear, is why I love flowers!
Name: Joanna (Asha)
Gender: female
Occupation: Asha is a witch who lives on her own in a forest outside of a small town. She mostly does spellwork for herself, but occasionally crafts potions and the like for the townsfolk to make ends meet. The gardens surrounding her small cottage help sustain her, and what she can’t use she ends up taking to the market once or twice a month to sell. Overall she's rather self-sufficient, and doesn't like spending too much time around non-magic folk if she doesn't have to.
How do they feel about flowers and why?: {852 word 1st person narrative, 2 art pieces}
Won't you come see my flowers? I'd like them to meet you.
My garden is something of a special place to me, it means more to me than probably any garden does to any other witch. You see, spirit flows through it. Yes, spirit - and not the good kind either! He’s a naughty old boy...but I digress. You asked why my flowers meant so much to me, yes? Well allow me to explain.
Life can get lonely for a witch; living alone, far from the hum and drum of the cities (spirits hate the cities), only seeing others if they happen to stumble upon your cottage - storybook stuff. Anyway, one might not realize the absolutely lack of men in your life when you take up witchcraft. Now I’m not saying there aren’t any male witches (but if there are please do send them my way), I’m just saying I’ve never met one I’ve liked! Who wants to live with a gal who talks to themself anyway? And to their plants? And to the trees? And to the birds- You see where I’m going with this. So I was lonely and wanted a companion, is that too much to ask for? Apparently the spirits thought so!
It took me weeks to gather the components for his summoning, some of the stuff I hadn’t even heard of before: bat ears, spider toes (who even know spiders had toes??!), fairy dust - and let me tell you, for the amount of dust those pipsqueaks produce they sure as heck are protective of it! I was beginning to fear what would come of all this in the end, but I’m not a gal who gives up, oh no. I waited until a new moon in spring, followed every step exactly as my grandmother had written (she had tons of spells to summon things, the spooky old crone), and put the rest in the spirits’ hands. To my surprise, it worked! I had summoned, in my garden, the most fearsome, mischievous, evil, handsome, gorgeous, adorable young man I had ever laid my eyes on. Sure he was a demon, but that made him all the more alluring, don’t you think?
He was the wittiest, sweetest, most perfect companion I could have wished for. I decided that Chasmodeus wasn’t a very becoming name for handsome young man like himself, and renamed him Charles. Finally I had someone I could spend my days with! Unfortunately the honeymoon stage for Charles and I ended fairly quickly. You see, demons - while being devilishly handsome and smart - had the propensity for making mischief. And evil, they were also evil (but hey, we all have our vices). While Charles spent his days with me, his nighttime adventures were getting a little out of hand. Now don’t think I didn’t tell him to stay home, I did! But sometimes he just had trouble controlling his demonic urges, it was understandable! I started hearing disturbing news from the surrounding villages - church bells ringing in the middle of the night, livestock being slaughtered with no animals in sight, blood flowing from the fountains - nothing serious, so I honestly thought they were overreacting. But as things usually go with non-magic folk, they were not very understanding. In fact, they caused me quite a bit of grief with their visits! So with a heavy heart - and to avoid the inevitable torches and pitchforks at my door - I had to send my darling Charles home. And this is where things got tricky.
You see, once a demon has left the underworld, they don’t exactly want to go back - Charles particularly. He loved the perks of this world - tea, biscuits, sunsets, lemonade, me (swoon!), and most of all my flower garden. Boy, I would have never imagined how much a demon could love flowers, but Charles could spend hours in my garden inspecting and tending to my glorious plant children (I imagine there weren’t many flowers in the underworld, right?). It was one of the things I loved about him! What I’m trying to get at here is I just couldn't send the sweet boy home! So after much deliberation I came up with the perfect plan - I would trap him in my garden.
Now trap is a strong word, but it was an entrapment spell that I used. Charles was none the wiser, or else I’m sure he would've run off into the woods and it would’ve taken me days to find him. And so, just as easily as I had summoned him (yes, it took a heck of a lot of preparation!), I trapped my sweet demon into my garden. Let’s just say it took plenty of apologizing from me and a long time for him to get used to it, but soon enough I was being greeted with blooming roses every morning! Don’t get me wrong, he’s still as mischievous as ever, and he doesn’t like visitors very much (he once dropped a hive of bees on the mayor’s head when he came to thank me for ridding them of the demon), but he is and forever will be my sweet Charles.
And that, my dear, is why I love flowers!
{Chasmodeus is a real kal! Check him out here ^^}
