Zara sat in the window seat and looked at the view. The evergreens stood tall and proud as the seasonal trees glowed against the dark background. Shades of gold and rich red were easily distinguishable and created a warmth of burning embers. With the sky gray and ominous, it was enjoyable for the witch. The energy from the day, soothed the magic into a soft vibration. A light trickle of rain fell from the sky but no one appeared to be bothered.
It was the perfect day to brew potions. Zara moved to the small cauldron in her room. With quick movement the ingredients were gathered and ready to be brewed. The potion was a simple one, nothing horrible, just one for minor aches and pains. As, Zara knew that rain bothered her Nana's joints. She never minded making remedies for her Nana. Nana had taught Zara a lot about her magical abilities. She enjoyed the lessons she learned. It was a wonderful passing of the torch for the Oro family.
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