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Charmed by Loneliness
His was the gift of solitude, but what was hers?
As always, Julian started his day by scanning the morning newspaper for ads relating to supernatural maladies in the area. His eyes would rifle through paragraph upon paragraph — “Witch for hire?” began one plea while another exclaimed “Dragon eggs for sale!!” — until he settled on one that sparked his interest. His pet wyrm Asher lay in its basket, curled up in a small knot like the lovable reptilian-mammal it was.
Today his dark eyes fell on one labeled, mysteriously, “Seeing eyes required.” Intriguing, that. Julian had to wonder about it. The ley line coordinates for communication were nearby, barely a stone’s throw from his favorite park near the Schola where mages were trained in arcane arts.
Before he could stop himself, he muttered a spell that turned the nearby mirror above his desk into a scrying glass. He muttered the location, just to be safe, even though he could visualize the area well enough.
A smoky hazel eye peered back at him like some alien thing before the girl — of course it was a girl — adjusted her compact until her full face came into view. Her scraggly auburn hair barely brushed her shoulders, and she wore a crucifix at her neck — likely to ward off any vampyrs wanting to get a swipe at her throat. But the rest of her was…
