Chapter 19: the ghosts of what was
It’s early November, and the summer fairies have finally gone to sleep, instead replaced with mischief-prone winter sprites that are awake at all hours of the day. Wilma’s sat cross-legged on the piano in the main suite, face splattered with paint as she considers the half-finished easel in front of her. In the kitchen, Kai stands over the kitchen sink, eyes consumed with a dark gray light as his spellbook lies abandoned on the counter. All his spells have failed him, as have basic plumbing knowledge. All that’s left to consider is impulse.
In the back of his mind, a voice that sounds suspiciously like Arturo cautions against it. But if Kai listened to his mentor’s advice, he wouldn’t be here now, would he?
Taking a moment to crack his knuckles, Kai takes in a deep breath and murmurs a variation of his moonmending spell on the sink. A series of strangled gurgles greet him in turn, and he summons his wand to his hand, channeling the innate magic within for greater strength.