1/1/2024 0 Comments Storm in a teacup summaryJust two young women out of college looking to start their careers. The two of them had been in the same position when they met years ago, and even when they started living together. Since she had discovered an affinity for magic, her life had diverged somewhat from that of Kara’s. Maybe she could have fun too.Įtta felt bad for her friend. Maybe it doesn’t have to be so bad, she thought, finishing the dishes. Etta did too, but seemed to enjoyed it so much more now she had magic to play with. Maybe she wasn’t as much fun any more, but while Etta played with magic in her room, Kara felt she still had to live in the real world, with real responsibilities. Their easy friendship had become strained something that had little to do with the household chores. They were closer once, the two of them, but over the past few months things seemed to be harder between them. “You’re no fun,” she said, before skipping off back to her bedroom. “Maybe you could just wash them up like normal?” Kara said. “I could do straight sunshine next time? Maybe a heatwave.” She picked it up again and showed the empty mug to Kara. Not have weather in my mugs.”Įtta simply laughed again, brushing her bright hair from her face and spun a single finger over the mug once more. “I really wish you wouldn’t mess around with the mugs.” She swirling the insides around, drops of milky tea sloshing over the edges, the light bouncing around the room. The young woman laughed heading over to it and picking it up. “Do something about that will you?” She pointed at the mug standing opposite Etta. “Everything okay?” she asked, leaning against the fridge. There was no answer, and she called again, grumbling when Etta finally came wandering into the kitchen from the back of the flat, smiling at her friend. Bits of ceramic flew into her face and she squeezed her eyes shut as she ducked down behind the sink. As she started to pour hot water into the sink the dirty blue plate came flying past her face, swishing her black hair into her face, smashing on the kitchen window before her. Out of sight, out of mind.Īpparently not. Kara went to pour it away but changed her mind, taking one of the dirty plates and setting it on top of the mug. Perhaps Etta hadn’t perfected this particular spell. She wasn’t sure she could hear thunder over the traffic outside though. Inside the mug the liquid swirled and light flashed every so often. Carefully she lifted the white mug and carried it back into her kitchen, placing it on the scratched counter with the other bits of washing up. “A storm in a tea cup, very funny,” she grumbled. She was always doing stuff like this, Kara thought, looking down into the teacup.
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