Morning Ritual

Every line on her face meant something, represented some experience. Sarah wouldn’t trade any of them for anything. In the mirror, she studied them all, committing every detail to memory. This was her ritual nearly every morning. As much as she loved changing her looks, playing with form, it was important to her that she never forget what she looked like without magic. Some illusionists couldn’t pick the face they were born with out of a line-up. Looks were flood, even with magic, but she never wanted to lose the connection with her unmodified self.

Once she was certain she could remember herself, she began to play. First, the right eye changed from green to blue. Her shoulder-length brown hair grew halfway down her back and lightened to silver. Checking her profile, she decided to lengthen her nose just a bit and then added a few freckles to either cheek.

She stood and walked over to the full-length mirror. After trying several outfits, she settled on a simple green dress. She finalized the look by taking a couple of inches off of her height. Studying herself in the mirror, she silently approved of the final result. This was as representative of her as her appearance without magic was.

This morning ritual was about her practicing her craft as well as creative expression. It was for her, and her alone. The rest of the day might bring headaches and work, but for a few minutes each morning, she could enjoy her gift and use it to create herself anew. Magic could be used for many things; Sarah wanted to use hers to bring more beauty into the world.

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