Peculiar Craving
On Saturday morning, I showered and put on a pair of flared jeans and a purple long-sleeved blouse, then wound my hair into a basic braid. Today, I intended to start practicing with my elemental magic, out in the back garden beside the pool where my late master and I had planned to marry. Nervous anticipation seemed to braid my spirit into a knot in my chest, but I refused to allow my doubts to hold me back. I no longer had a strong partner to support me, which meant I must defeat all antagonists myself. Even those that lived in my own mind.
Frau Zehra Liebig had inherited an expansive house and grounds, so I must complete daily tasks whether I liked it or not. Before I delved into my newfound Teutonic gifts, I embarked on a solo trip to the nearby grocery store. I knew
