Light swirls around you. You like the sensation of the small globes whispering enchanting melodies as you twirl.
You've never felt this before, and you know it's a thing reserved only for those with the highest of status, but you don't care.
Dancing beads of light so strong they pull you into a sway. They push you in different directions, you finally know what it feels like.What magic feels like.
It's a magic so strong and so beautiful, you feel it lift you off the ground. Like in grandmother's storybooks, it only does this for a few seconds. Gradually, the swaying lights dim. You want to hold on to them, beg them to stay, but they fade like everything happy.
"Mireille! What in saints names is going on down there!", Grandfather's voice travels down the stairs. You shove the box of dying gold light in the back of grandmother's bookcase.Behind the large volume of elvish lore, in the very, very back.
"Nothing grandpa, just going through one of nanny's story collections" you say,cursing under your breath after you hear the strain slowly crack through that sentence.
Grandfather's footsteps bang on the rotting wooden staircase leading down to Grandmother's study.
"You know your not supposed to be down here without your Grandmother."Grandfather says as he bursts through the door eyeing you suspiciously.
"I'm done getting ready for nanny's celebration,can't I read before hand." You huff, crossing you arms as you do.You consider yourself a great actress.
"I know you want to study " Grandfather says.
"Not study, READ." You correct, not wanting to get into the subject of your exam.
"Fine read, but you have to get your coat on now. Nanny's fifty year elder ceremony anniversary is a gigantic deal."Grandfather says in a lecturing tone that bores you to the core and leaves you thinking:
How in all the saints faith, did I get here.
You thank the glowing magic, before you slip up the stairs and into the living area of the small cottage, you and your grandparents live in.
Snow pads the stained glass above the furniture in the cozy, cramped space.You twirl down the hallway lined in mirrors, basking in the yellow silk gown you wear.
It trails down to your knees, but you consider that to be more of a reason to twirl and play around in the dress.
Before you fall into the fur rug in the entryway, Grandfather swoops you up into his burley arms.
"Grandpa! I'm turning fourteen next month no need to smuther me in hugs!"You says, but your laughing all the same. You embrace him back before letting go.
"Now let's go on a journey to see your nanny Mireille."Grandfather laughs. The lines beneath his eyes crinkle.
The flash of gold in his eyes lights up, like the small enchanting orbs that filled grandmother's study only minutes before.
You know Grandfather once practiced magic, but you don't know why he stopped. You can't grasp the idea of giving something like that up.
He swings the rounded wooden door for you, The gold going away in his eyes like the small spell you were surprised you had been able to cast.
You climb into the oak carriage and feel happy. This is going to be an adventure.